[Intro: Waajeed, (J Dilla)]
Ha-ha-ha-ha... duck down!
There it goes... ha-ha-ha-ha (Yeah!)
Yeah! P-P-P
(Uh... yo... say it again...) P-P-P!
Yo... (Bling47!) Yo... (Dill Withers...!)

[Verse 1: J Dilla]
Back for the first time, still with us?
Both 'Kill Bill' pictures ain't ill as Dill – nope!
Theme music for the feel, it's Dilla
'Dark Side' to 'Thriller'
We fill the building every time we're headlining
Wherever I'm at – guerilla
It's like I get a mill' a minute
I get offended when you waste my time
You ain't gotta wait for the bill, I'll send it
"Sealed, Delivered," by yours truly
Scooby can't do–me in a 3-oh-oh-C duty
Through these streets, like Martin off the ooo-wee
You know that–throwback, number 2-3
Sixteens, for you wanna blow a few G's
Come with the cash, get the classic in two weeks
In loose leafs so much I lose sleep
Holla at the boy, he don't just produce beats
Act like you know!
[Hook: J Dilla, (Waajeed scratches)]
("Yo... yo... now!")
("My god!")
Act like you know!
("Y-y-yeah!")
Act like you-you-you-you know!
("It's J..." "Yeah!")
Act like you-you-you-you know!
("Check it outttt!" "Keep doin' it")
Act like you-you-you-you know!
Yo.... yo... yoo... like – you – know! Uh!

[Verse 2: J Dilla]
Ghetto style, on some–wake up, pick your WIC up
Dilla Dawg spit [shit] that trigger hiccups
So player–think I need a big pimp cup
Sip lil', tip lil', get my duck sicked (Yeah)
Heavy on knees like "Mr. Big Stuff"
Hands high, act like it's a stick-up
Detroit's dipped, they ride with the clips tucked
Wanna ask Dill', get a Lil' Jon, "What?!?"
In the club, Cake Boys up in this
Bling47 – let's great more business
Play the game like we got eight more innings
My Master P card say it ain't No Limit in the champagne room –
You just can't go in it
Jeed told me to leave no witnesses
I make it as painless as possible
Call that ambulance for the hospital
You know!
[Chorus: J Dilla, Waajeed scratches]
"My god!"
Act like you know!
P-P-P!
"Y-y-yeah!"

Know-know-know
Know-know-now
You know!