[Intro]
Feels good to be back at the Essence where it all started, you know? What up?
Turn up my headphones, man
I got a few things I wanna tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo

[Chorus]
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that, where Fugee at?
I need Fugee spit up on this track
Lauryn, if you're listening, Pras, if you're listening
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 whistle-lah, two dogs by my side
Plus a black pistola, loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still rhyming', y'all cookoo, I send psychos to Bellevue
This ain't a sequel, son, but I have you "Scream 2"(AHHH!)
Real live cinema, the streets produced a junkie
Put back on your shirt, man, you looking like ET
You're cracked out, for dough, some blow on saxophone
You're rhyming off beat even with help from my metronomes
See? Y'all ain't MCs, you a CM
Common Motherfucker rhyming about Lexus and Benz
The same Benz you got jacked in, drunk off of Gin
You woke up in hell getting sexed by Marilyn Manson
You lie? You deny? Pass me the microphone
I guess, like Eddie Murphy, you was giving 'em a ride home
Yeah right, 25 mics, material in The Source
While your rap crew's on steroids looking like Full Force
Your girl she's buff, puffed, in daytime don't play rough
The freaks come out at night so that's when I bring out the cuffs
Grand Marnier, CD player number two
Sade's in my bedroom singing "Sweetest Taboo"