Crumbs to the floor
 Bums off the wall
 Stage lamb they're sure I hate ya all
 like a real brawl
 One to the two, two to the R
 E to S-E baby pall
 Doin my thing with my peeps
 Verse One: Dres
 I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see
 I'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck B
 Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I'm dirty
 Straight up and down you'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty
 What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say
 Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play
 So move it away I say before you can't move it away
 Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy!
 Iiiii, oweee, who? You so
 I'm rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro
 and your radio's fly when the Sheep's on the dial
 YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style
 On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G
 Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji
 Keepin it tight making it right since I left
 Though it was never wrong, don't hate me cause I'm def
 I'm just
 Chorus: Emage
 Bubblin brown sugar -- repeat 4X
 Verse Two: Dres
 Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is
 To be the epitome of an MC, gettin biz-E
 after R, R after D
 S at the end yes y'all it's me
 No need to doubt it, New York's got my loyalty
 Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty
 Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy
 Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D
 Emblamin like fluid I'm keepin bullets like you threw it
 Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit
 The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double
 and it's been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin
 Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me
 I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD's
 A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko
 My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco
 Chorus
 Verse Three: Dres
 Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma for your comedy
 With a condom for your momma when she's up on top of me
 I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe
 Cause I was hittin bahbazahsn that you're never gonna know
 Alls well, that ends well, here's to welfare
 And friends that confront, and lovers that care
 I get down Uptown from dawn to dusk B
 Takin the whoopin streets like I was Billy McCluskie
 Fuck retro, nineties in Harlem you'll get wet bro
 Get low, or you might need assistance from your head hoe
 Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter
 I'm smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters
 And I'm not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys
 I'm crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys
 Bright lights in action, yours you'll beg my pardon
 Cause you can't be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem