I came back to lay down law  motherfucker
 I'll crush you  because you appear to be a sucker
 One more false move  I'll grab my toast and I'll bust ya
 And you  stop talking shit and pass the L
 Got mad clientel  real niggas know me well
 Other rappers go on tour and stay in their hotels
 Me and my boys  we're as true as they come  son
 We come from some ill life experience and take rap serious
 I'm curious about the fakers and the frauds
 About the silly-ass broad and about all the bullshit going on
 So when I step into the club I come hardcore
 Rip the mic to shreds plus skunk before encore
 And after that I just max (max)
 Like Max Julien I'm the authentic Mack
 So just relax, and keep the cuts like a lance
 We gots no worries, we get the dough in advance

 Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x)

 Watch me, I got the bitch chumps on the spot, G
 And when I rock these fly honeys want to jock me
 So copy this one son, you fucking biter
 Shut the hell up, you're damn right I don't like ya
 I'll spit on your style, shit on your crew with a smile
 Fucks no, you ain't wild, we've been in your file
 You fantasy ruffneck, go bluff with your tec
 But you'd better show respect or blood will drip like sweat
 Check yourself because now there's doo doo in your pants
 I enhance the dance and get the loot in advance

 Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x)

 "Doe in Advance" is the name of this tune
 You know what's up hops, GangStarr's in the room
 Soon you'll feel the boom of masterpiece from the East
 Nuff respect to where you're from, just don't act dumb
 We drop the shit that's classic, you can't surpass it
 We lasted, and now we run shit, you bastard
 I'm like an ambush, moving on you quick
 Got more depth than shallow rappers cause my game is thick
 A thousand MC's in a week I subtract
 Cause the market's oversaturated with scrub acts
 Who wants to try next, and who wants to die next?
 I'm vexed with motherfuckers, whose dome should I fly next?
 Up from the alley, now the riches I acquire
 Cats are coming by the wire, rhymes are chariots of fire
 Call me the don, call me the man, or call me sir
 But never forget this nigga knows the score
 For cometition, yo there's no fucking chance
 My troop is popping through clocking dough in advance

 Got to get the dough, got to run the show (Repeat 4x