[Intro sample: Biz Markie]
("I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out")

[Verse: Consequence]
Just relax y'all, just relax y'all...
I hit 'em with the boom, stick 'em, hahaha, hit 'em
It's the brother named 'Quence, not the victim but I still lick 'em
Still wax that shorty, now you know who got the props
Consequence, hazy flow, you know it just don't stop
'Cause if Monie was Born 2 Breed, I was born to smoke weed, indeed
A smooth player then I pop the seed in you
Yeah baby, I took you to the venue
And if my name was Coco, I still couldn't be into you
'Cause you got snuffed by the crooked tooth bandit
Who never got stranded
But kickin' the funky lyrics that the grands over-planned it, on earth
Has entered in my bottle, baby boy, now I'm gravy by birth
Ain't got a bag of blue funk, but a bag of green skunk
Want dogs? You want it? Muthafucka, knuckle up
'Cause I don't give a damn, my man, I won't deceive ya
Been through more growing pains than that n***a Michael Seaver
An over-achiever, you know you know my style
So peace to my n***as Danja Mo' and the Madchild
When I call a n***a out, he wants to wait awhile like Janet
N***as got jealous, they wanna ban it
But I still keep my voice, and when it's all said and done
Ayo, I still bring the noise
We wreck shop, so wait 'til the shit drop
Word is bond, yo, you know we don't stop
So n***as, press your luck, you get stuck like Chuck
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a damn
You know my name and you know who I am
The brother named 'Quence, all copped edition
You know they're 730, so don't fuck around
You will lay around, clown
Linden Boulevard, you know we got a zone
Queens got a zone
You know what? Yo, that n***a's fuckin' gone
[Outro sample: Biz Markie]
("I'm bound to wreck your body and say turn the party out")