Ha ha  yo  yo
 My man Keith Murray  is down wit us
 My nigga Erick Sermon  is down wit us
 My man Lil' Jamal  is down wit us
 My Def Squad click  is down wit us
 The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo
 My L.O.D. click  is down wit us
 We're number one!
 Ha ha ha  ha ha  yo yo  yo well yo

 It's the Red Moolie  yellin for the villain in the movie
 I'm like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
 Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
 I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def
 Check out the rhythm that I cook up
 You too scared to look up, you're merkin
 I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban *errrr*
 Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
 Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
 to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar
 of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
 Flip a quarter, heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered
 I blow the S-L boy out of order
 My mental disorder is pure water
 I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
 while the CD program's on 'Whatever Man'

 My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
 My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
 My peoples in New York, is down wit us
 The housing projects, is down wit us
 My people who be hustlin is down wit us
 Cause makin funky music is a must
 I'm number one!
 Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh

 Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air
 And wave em, until y'all cash flows hit the pavement
 Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
 Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.
 Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
 on the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
 be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
 on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics
 The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders
 Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)
 Track, cool out black got no time for scratch
 You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached *pssst*
 These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through
 his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
 HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it's a
 widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero
 With tinted windows, so it's hard to look through
 Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
 Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is it the shoes?
 The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school
 I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth
 And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase

 Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo
 Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
 My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us
 Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
 Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo
 That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
 My dog Warren G, is down wit us
 We're number one!
 Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo

 Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
 My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
 My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo
 Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo
 My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo
 North Carolina, is down wit us yo
 My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo
 My peeps in