| Yeah Yeah ([Heavy D:] Uh huh) | |
| Eightball the fat mack in the house you know what | |
| I'm talking about ([Heavy D:] Big Shots) | |
| Space Age representing you know what | |
| I'm talking about ([Heavy D:] You feel this?) | |
| Big Pun up in here you know what | |
| I'm talking about ([Heavy D:] Uh) | |
| Heavy D, ([Heavy D:] Eightball is you ready my nigga) | |
| Fat Mack, ([Heavy D:] Big Pun is you ready my nigga) | |
| We gonna do this you know what | |
| I'm talking about | |
| Sure, poor, bloor, this how we do ([Heavy D:] Hev Digga born ready my nigga) | |
| Heavy D, set it up [Heavy D] | |
| Big Gentlemen | |
| Asshole full of | |
| Benjamins | |
| New millenium | |
| New Bentley then, a sort addition | |
| Gorgeous women | |
| Swimming in 'em | |
| Cinnamon with denim | |
| Diva pigeons | |
| Peep the glissin' | |
| Y'all don't listen | |
| See what you missin' | |
| Diggy, double shot a henny | |
| All about the ammo | |
| NeY Bubble like no any | |
| Diamond lipped | |
| Crucifixe | |
| Seducing chicks | |
| Selective whips | |
| Consecutive hits | |
| I break sun with | |
| Pun Crew hall with | |
| Ball Screw all of y'all | |
| We the bigshots | |
| Heavy rotation | |
| Every location | |
| Smoke stogies with roadies on the corner in front of | |
| Bodega's World famous | |
| You gon' love us or hate us | |
| You the type that'd scuff up my gators | |
| Because of my papers | |
| Been about my glitter | |
| So you killin my jaw | |
| DAMN can't a nigga live homeboy? [Chorus x4] [Big Punisher] | |
| You on point | |
| Hev [Heavy on 4th repeat] [Heavy D] | |
| I'm on point | |
| Pun You on point | |
| Ball [Eightball] | |
| I'm on point what [Eightball] | |
| Days and days | |
| Blazing green shades | |
| Of sticky haze | |
| Remember Eightball from doin' it the player way | |
| Turn it up and we gon' rock it 'till the track stops | |
| Make the club seem hotter than a crack spot | |
| Players pushin' poetry like it's a kilo | |
| Keep my jewelry froze | |
| Like my name's | |
| Sub Zero Pimp 'till | |
| I'm gone thug living ain't new to me | |
| Love me a ghetto girl and everything she do to me | |
| Presidential suites and | |
| Bezo's turn 'em out | |
| Pass 'em through the clique until everybody burn 'em out | |
| How you lovin' that icin' on the cake right | |
| Miami girls hit that white and shake it all night | |
| Slab riders, chrome twinkies | |
| Smokin' sticky | |
| Iced pinky | |
| With some styles flipping with me | |
| Memphis, let me break it down for you pal | |
| Makin' easy money pimping hoes in style [Chorus x4] [Big Punisher] | |
| It's me, B | |
| P From the middle of little | |
| Italy With | |
| Eightball and | |
| Heavy Diddly diddly diddly dee | |
| Its no surprise | |
| How we pulverize | |
| All you smaller guys | |
| Fronting that you live but we oversize | |
| Holding knives to you neck | |
| All my nines and my techs | |
| Shine on but get strive for the best | |
| Take time to perfect | |
| Every rhyme that | |
| I kick I should get a sign on my dick "I don't got time for them chicks" | |
| They be tryin' to resist | |
| Everytime | |
| I insist They submit | |
| Bitch don't be lying on my prick | |
| I'm too quick for your lies and deception | |
| Hold your eyes in my direction | |
| If you strive for perfection | |
| Just watch the pro | |
| But its like a chore | |
| You gotta cap and go | |
| Feel the most | |
| Catch me next time | |
| I gotta rock a show | |
| Gots to go | |
| I'll be back and some other fat chick | |
| Peace to the | |
| Bronx, a mother in this rap shit [Chorus: to fade out] |