(feat. Puff Daddy)



[Constant Cheering throughout the song]



Yeah This goes out to all my BK Niggaz, You Know what I'm sayin'

All my loungin' niggaz, You know what I'm sayin'

9-8 Nigga, This is how I do



Spark your weed, Sit back relax

Cuz I'm gonna take you back

Take yo stack, For all ya'll that thought it was wack

Here is a blast from the past, spittin' weight for the cake

I heard the streets can't wait, It's time to get up

Heard DJ Clue's tape, and how I lit it up

And how I split it up, B-K style

From Brownsville to Baseda, We Stay wild

Got John Blaze Shit, Bombay Shit

Shit that my brother makes in the basement

Face it, I'm hot, All jokes aside

Last July, I'm the one that stole your ride

So broke, I, can't buy a bottle of Crys

Always pay, my name is never on the list

Madd cold, for standin' in lines and shit

Once I. get inside I'm doin' crimes and shit

Takin' tips off the bar, and I'm stealin' a drink

Getchur Honey near her car, and I'm stealin' her mink

Put me on Broadway, I'm guaranteed to shine

Battle any rapper nigger, or MC that rhyme

Cuz It be that time, the real must be revealed

I shook the world like Mohamad, I burn like a comet

Deep impact, for the summer beach

For cats with fat stacks in they hummer jeeps



Yeah, 9-8 nigga, How I do

The Madd Rapper, Brooklyn style

I thought ya'll niggaz new

How we do

I gotta my nigga fierce

Dee-Lee Baby

How I Do, No Doubt Comin' Hard

Cut throats Yeah boy