All of you cock pullers are frontin'
Wave your arms around like you're some octopus or somethin'
To better ya, for any chick you want, I'm gettin' her
Rob people, mad ignorant, et cetera
Who the one to entertain and fume with?
Who you know breed humans can't be in the same room with?
Reefer sweet, wrap it up, free fix greet
Every rapper rap maggot underneath Rick's feet
Evicted, why you tryna find shit to lick with?
Even your kids tell you that you ain't shit to Slick Rick
Though you pretend to be glory
I'm number one, that's the end of the story
The black Clark Gable leave you numb
Every single one, frontin' on your label is a bum
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America

He's so crazy, I smash rippin' up the place
Give the mack a taste, I wipe my ass with a rapper face
Cars come to a dead stop
Rain find ways not to drop on my head top
Tycoon rush at the richest
Even my complexion is a must have to bitches
Even without car, money to budget
I would have the most elegant apartment in the projects
You know what I mean? Bitches are in awe at the lingo
Know that Rick'll put an end to all rapper income
An old timer, lock up all vagina fields
France nor Italy can fuck with my designer skills
Sultan inferior, faultin' to where we are
Tryna find fault in superior
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothin' other rapper cats

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America

You lack the taste, hook stickin' 'em with
While degenerate like yourself make our race look ignorant
And your girlfriend wanna kiss and deploy
'Bout hittin' the groin' gets none of this tenderloin
Feet planted on deep black firmament
Bow, in the presence of who lead rap permanent
Like a lion rap rips a chunk of kids
You stunk, 'cause mortals ain't shit to conquer
Somebody said new pharaohs have appeared
How when everything I wore ten years ago you wear now?
I coulda murder heard a word out quick Rick stomp it kid
Hung to it, you complete bum to Rick
Source Awards, yeah, Rick every seminar
Even make Saddam Hussein tell me where the weapon are
Let me slow it down, that's enough of that
This I have to say, to you nothing other rapper cats

From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America
From New York to Cali none'll fuck with
The awkward, you think Muhammad Ali used to talk shit?
Bing, this sure hit alone'll bury ya
And even if I got deported, I own America

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): James Brown, Ricky M L Walters, Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Tyrone Fyffe