Intro:
Uh huh, uh huh
Feels good to be back at the essence where it all started you know
Uh huh, uh huh
What up
Uh huh, uh huh
Turn up my headphones man, uh huh uh huh
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

Hook:
All I hear is fugee this, fugee that
Where fugee at? I need fugees to spit up on this track
Lauryn if you're listenin, pras if you're listenin
Gimme a call I'm in the lab in the booga basement
Y'all know my style, I'm still *mini, money, mini, mini,
It ain't all about the money*

[verse 1]
When I was hustla, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud mcs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhymin, y'all cuckoo, I send cycles to belvue
This ain't a sequel son, but I have you scream 2 [ahhh!]
Real live cinema of the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt man you lookin like et
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhymin off beat even with help from my metronomes
See, y'all ain't mcs, you a cm
Common motherfucker rhymin about lexus and benz
The same benz you got jacked in, drunk off of gin
You woke up in hell gettin sexed by marilyn manson
You lie, you deny, pass me the microphone
I guess like eddie murphy you was givin 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in the source
While your rap crew's on steroids lookin like full force
Your girl she's buffed, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grandma marnier, cd player number two
Shadae's in my bedroom singin sweetest taboo

Hook

[verse 2]
We used to rap, now y'all wanna come and get me with a bat?
Y'all must be smokin crack, with pookie from new jack
How could y'all forget, I'm the reason y'all mc
But y'all flip like pharisees and charge me for blasphemy
You know who you are, eight bar superstar
Karate cars, buy up the bars with the credit cards
You wanna impress, I'm young chick, you just met
First thing she say, I used to run with wyclef
Look surprised, see your flesh outside your vest
Yeah you could fight, in the wwf
Cuz in this arena ain't nothin but gladiators and haters
Hopin they kill me and roll and feed me to the tigers
Oh lord, protect me from the devil
They open the book of life, y'all readin like the anti christ
Your weak kid, stop lyin to the public
You wanted it so bad that you took all the production credits
Some mcs in the underground, mad at me cuz I'm above ground
Counting english pounds
I tell ya what, success don't come overnight
I was in noah's ark for forty days and forty nights
Contemplatin what should I write, what should I recite
Cuz ain't nobody here but thugs and chicks wit ice
That's when I daydream into the twilight
Girls wit they man, screamin I hate life
Baby girl look in the opposite direction
Cuz my class is the *misedu...*

Hook

• 911
• Da Cypha
• Diallo
• However You Want It
• It Doesn't Matter
• Kenny Rogers - Pharoahe Monch Dub Plate
• Low Income
• Perfect Gentleman
• Pullin Me In
• Runaway
• Something About Mary
• Thug Angels
• Where Fugees At?
• Wish You Were Here