Huh, huh, huh
 Mister Cee, are you wit me, uhh
 Mister Cee, are you wit me, DIG IT

 Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh
 And put that rough talk on the shelf
 You talk all that robbery shit, but it's lame
 You wouldn't steal first base at a baseball game
 Never sold drugs, you never was a thug
 But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang
 I mean for goodness sake
 The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak
 You wanna question me and all the words I say
 Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day
 I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya
 And if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
 By time I get through wreckin your jaw
 You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
 Why should I give up for gangster contrast
 When I can rap about gettin some ass
 To prove that I'm a gangster only brings me trouble
 But the proof that I'm a lover * sound of a zipper *
 It's that easy but still you insist (yeah)
 That I do this (what