[Can it be that it was all so simple then]
 KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick
 Nineteen ninety three exoticness
 KnowhatI'msayin, let's get technical
 Where's your bone at, get up on that shit aight
 Yo!!

 Verse One:

 Started off on the island, AK Shaolin
 Niggaz whylin, gun shots thrown the phone dialin
 Back in the days of eight now, makin a tape now
 Rae gotta get a plate now
 Ignorant and mad young, wanted to be the one
 Till I got (BAM! BAM!) thrown one
 Yeah, my pops was a fiend since sixteen
 Shootin' that (that's that shit!) in his blood stream
 That's the life of a crimey, real live crimey
 If niggas know the half is behind me
 Day one, yo, growin all up in the ghetto
 Now I'm a weed fiend, jettin the Palmetto
 In Medina, yo no doubt the God got crazy clout
 Pushin the big joint from down South
 So if you're filthy stacked up
 Betta watch ya back and duck
 Cause these fiends they got it cracked up
 Now my man from up north, now he got the law
 It's solid as a rock and crazy salt
 No jokes, I'm not playin, get his folks
 Desert Eagle his dick and put 'em in a yolk (AAH!)
 And to know for sure, I got reck and rip shop
 I pointed a gat at his mother's knot
 (Yo, Rae, don't do that shit, man! Don't do that shit! )
 Fuck that

 
  Dedicated to the winners and the losers
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Dedicated to all jeeps and land cruisers
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Dedicated to the Y's, 850-I's
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Dedicated to niggas who do drive-bys
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Dedicated to the Lexus and the Ax
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Dedicated to MPV's phat!
 (Can it be that it was all so simple then?)
  Nigguh, yeah, yeah!

 Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

 Yo!
 Kickin the fly cliches
 Doin duets with Rae and A, happens to make my day
 Though I'm tired of bustin off shots havin to rock knots
 Runnin up in spots and makin shit hot
 I'd rather flip shows instead of those
 Hangin on my living room wall
 My first joint, and it went gold
 I want to lamp, I want to be in the shade
 Plus the spot light
 Gettin my dick rubbed all night
 I wanna have me a phat yacht
 And enough land to go and plant my own sess crops
 But for now, it just a big dream
 Cause I find myself in the place where I'm last seen
 My thoughts must be relaxed
 Be able to maintain
 Cause times is changed and life is strange
 The glorious days is gone, and everybody's doin' bad
 Yo, mad lives is up for grabs
 Brothers, passin away, I gotta make wakes
 Receivin all types of calls from upstate
 Yo, I can't cope with the pressure
 Settlin for lesser
 The god left lessons on my dresser
 So I can bloom and blossom, find a new way
 Continue to make hits with Rae and A
 Sunshine plays a major part in the daytime
 [Peace to mankind Ghostface carry a black nine, nigga
 Word up
 It's on like that]

 [Can it be that it was all so simple then