[Intro]
This is the motherfucking Champ is Here mixtape
Green Lantern, Big Mike, Jadakiss, ah-hah!
Woo, I'd like to thank y'all for coming out tonight
You know, I'd like to thank y'all
For rocking with me, supporting that Kiss of Death album
Supporting Ruff Ryders, supporting D-Block
But right now, we 'gon go back
You know I ain't that old or nothin'
But I got a keen memory, ya heard?
Ah-hah!

[Chorus]
My aim is to get y'all open
Early '80s, coke was fluffy, way more potent
Mock necks, knitteds, BK's, British
One big party, glory be at Gotti's
Plus the EK's was out too
The way money was coming
No way they could doubt you
BVD's over the white tees
Kangol buckets, pinstripe Lee's
My aim is to get y'all open
Early '80s, coke was fluffy, way more potent
Mock necks, knitteds, BK's, British
One big party, glory be at Gotti's
Plus the EK's was out too
The way money was coming
No way they could doubt you
BVD's over the white tees
Kangol buckets, pinstripe Lee's
[Verse 1]
Then n***as switched the set
To the college hats, Avia's, Discus sweats
It's coming back clearer
N***as was pushing the big '98s
With the lil' dogs in the mirror
They gotta argue while they gamble
Before the Philly and the Dutch
N***as rolled up in bamboo
Reason everybody was fresh
Grams was like seventeen dollars or less
My n***a, pits is locking, bitches flocking
Way more beatdowns than pistols popping
This right here is an official doctrine
From a smart young real n***a with options

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Out there, slow jams, [?][1:42]
Mattress in the park, goin' backwards, no hands
Started doin' pushups [?][1:46]
Jordache jeans, rack on hats
Thems wanted tattoos to make that ass look fat
Then it switched to crack from C
N***as comin' through with Benz 190E's
Karate flix, channel 5, Saturday at three
Man, call me outside then I'm comin' to swing
When Cool J needed love and Run was the king (King)
I broke the illegal, broke the Atari
With the Olean 'Cisco parties, yeah
Reagan was the president then (What up, Ronny?)
N***as rocked Choos and suits by MGM
Listen, can I tell my story how
N***as had XR4Ti's?
Old-school n***as had bricks and carried butterfly knives
Box on the shoulder with the music mad high
That was then and this is now
Flex on the wheels with rhymes by Kiss and Styles
Let's go, Big Mike