[Intro: Haddy Racks]
Yeah!
Take it back to that real New York shit
...block you from n***a?
What hood you rep n***a? Huh?
Start doing background checks on these n***as...
Check it...

[Chorus]
Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang
What hood you rep homie, what set you claim?
Who them n***as you was running round with?
What block you got money on?
What n***as you was out of town with?
Respect my gang
What hood you rep n***a? What set you claim?
Who them n***as you was running round with?
What block you got money on?
What n***as you was out of town with?

[Verse 1: Dave East]

Grimy ass New Yorker
They said light skin n***as is in, I couldn't be darker
Radiator not even workin' slept in my parka
My room freezing, that was more reason to be a monster
First I had the pills then I started bagging Reggie up
Couldn't get my hands on no coke, n***as was broke but momma, I wasn't beggin her
Spanish Harlem seen n***as rise until they had to fall
I had to ball hit the campus pitchin' Adderall
My shell toes was scuffed I tried to keep them clean
Never needed n***as for status ain't have to keep a team
I went to Baltimore posted by the corner store
Narcs with the Maryland plates - fuck'em we born to ball

Even in Queens I had the 2 for 15s
Fought a charge, cameras caught me on the roof wit a phene
Pissin in cups, probation duckin' the Fed case
Four Xannies in me, in pictures I got the dead face

[Chorus]
Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang
What hood you rep homie, what set you claim?
Who them n***as you was running round with?
What block you got money on?
What n***as you was out of town with?
Respect my gang
What hood you rep n***a, what set you claim?
Who them n***as you was running round with?
What block you got money on?
What n***as you was out of town with?

[Verse 2: Haddy Racks]
Racks!
I been getting dough on the block
I been a hustler since a teen, I might of got dough wit ya pops
Them old heads pointing at the gawd like "son is smooth"
Young n***a fronting on them broads in summer school

Still i never made it to jail I could weigh it by eye, I sold work that never made it to scales
And I use to play the building, wild n***as in some weird places
Posted in the lobby wit the pump under the staircases

Waiting for a n***a to front we was hustling on a hell block
I use to stash the work all in the mailbox
I went to school with holes in my clothes
I never had heat in my crib n***a, the water in my toilet bowl froze

They said I was too young to be out there moving that raw shit
We was on some poor shit, my momma couldn't afford shit
That's why I kept the hammer on my waist on a block full of gorillas
Strip look like the Planet of the Apes

[Chorus]
Check my resumé n***a, respect my gang
What hood you rep homie, what set you claim?
Who them n***as you was running round with?
What block you got money on?
What n***as you was out of town with?
Respect my gang
N***a what set you claim?