"We're just some men that's on the mic
 And when we rock up on the mic  we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick]
 *sample cut and scratched*

 [Cuban Link]
 Yo twin  I do my thing  baby Cuban Link is one in a million
 Me and my squad of villains be stealin and robbin/Robin like Williams
 Then we hop in the BM convertible  I'll verbally murder you
 Wit a versatile verse or two, up close and personal, word
 I'm Universal like the Studios, put my foot up your booty-hole duke
 Then burn that ass like ?Manculio Jew?
 Pass the uzi, pun the left hand side and let the best man try
 To come test Spanish Fly

 [Ju Ju]
 Um shorty, how you make it slip like that?
 Yo I love it when you wrap your legs around my back
 I remember when you used to act shitty and pass
 On the video, now you wan' give me that ass
 It's all love though, money make the world rotate
 I'll be hittin them hips till they dislocate
 Yo I'm official wit the pipe game, I ain't no clown
 Big Ju mami, gon' make your love come down

 [A.L.]
 Aiyyo Ju, I speak original, to me there's no comparison
 Cuz when it comes to microphones, I'm nicer than Samaritans
 I cause embarrassment to rappers, think you servin me?
 Y'all could bring the gasoline, but ain't a brotha ever burnin me
 My youths concernin me, eternally of the infirmiry
 Stalkin these clowns, walkin around, times similar to Germany
 Chokin the ground as the skies turn to burgundy
 The illest lyricist, that's why these rappers wanna murder me, what!

 Chorus 2x

 Chorus [Cuban Link]
 La di Da di, we love to party
 We always cause trouble when we guzzle Bacardi
 "We're just some men that's on the mic
 And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!" [Slick Rick]

 [Al Tariq]
 Aiyyo remember how I used to break them down
 I got tears for years when I used to shake them down
 And then I dust em off, no come, I calm none done finito
 Hit the bad freaks but, be that man burnin the chico
 You see yo, mouth pieces, bitch pieces
 Four releases, five times in human pieces
 Shit ceases, no beef wit the great one
 The black sheep could snuff asleep, could bust a fake one

 [Problemz]
 Get your snot-box Rocked like Charles Dutton
 Who else could it be, but no other than the P part three
 Still out for cash and killa noise nigga
 Spark lah, stay high bring your boys nigga
 Head in the sky where it's supposed to be
 Writers approachin me, tryin to get close to me
 Thinkin about roastin me, psssst...you gotta be jokin me
 I'm ultimately one of the top MC's, drop MC's
 Lock it down like Monopoly, ain't a damn thing stoppin me

 [Black Attack]
 Yo yo, now you just done heard five raw MC's
 Last but not least Black, bout to blaze these trees
 Shit be real walkin in the streets in NYC
 I just, hold my head, that thug shit ain't me
 Son you know how it be, offically feelin mad vibe inside of me
 Catch me on a island, still screamin "Fuck that!"
 Drop a charter, we on tracks
 Yo Black rep that, everytime I'm on wax

 Chorus 2x

 -woman singing and Slick Rick sample cut up-

 [Cuban Link]
 Yo yo, yo yo La di Da di, we love to party
 "Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic
 And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic RIGHT!"
 (You don't stop)
 Yo yo, La di Da di, we love to party
 "Just some men, we're just some men that's on the mic
 And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic RIGHT