[Intro]
Yeah, bob your head like this young man
Please understand, another '96 freestyle from the clan

[Verse]
Born and raised to be a Mets fan, hey
But shout out number two
A single Jeter with the hits
You strike out trynna be my misses (knock 'em out the park boy)
Oh I'm hot n***a
You don't wanna miss this
The only killer where his strays strike n***as off his hitlist (yeah)
Sorry but the wrist is
Still shaking from scribbling tips you couldn't even lick even if you bit this
Understand my ridges been chipped in
Now that kid move smoother than the salsa it was dipped in
With a cadence so eurythmic
That you gotta keep on rapping
Cause the fam is bound to get it
That's just business
And that's word to Ye
Whole squads get memorialized
That's word to me
But fuck yo 2 cents
We can make your Penny's off your feet disappear like magic
Teach yo ass to learn up in these streets
The harder way
You either ball where I'm from or rep BK
Through the lines and the lyricism
Kickin styles Bruce Lee couldn't even fit in
I'm just saying
With this heat that I'm spraying
Tell Pat, tell Wade stop playing