“Where Brooklyn at?”
 “How many people ready to rock the house?”
 “Where Brooklyn at?”
 “Rock the house”
 “Where Brooklyn at?”
 [Interlude 1: Tek
 One, two, one, two
 N****s coughing like, “Well, that’s that killer dealer shit”
 [Verse 1: Tek and Steele
 You’re too light to fight, plus you’re too thin to win
 And who you gonna call when I break your glass chin?
 Mista Rippa slicker than your sister
 Turn down the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta
 Keep a lid on your lip so your wig won’t get split
 Better have your joint cocked, my hand’s coming off my hip
 This little n***a pumped the lead, that ass fled
 Three of your boys wounded, three of your men dead
 Time to hop the iron hilly, get back to my
 Spilly, flatfoot coming deep like hillbillies
 Can’t hear the sirens, gotta block ‘em out my mind
 I gotta get away so I can do more crime
 See my brethren down the block, rising up out their spot
 Puffing meth in the hood where the spot is hot
 My Timbs ease tension by stomping necks when I’m vexed
 Throw up your d**k-beaters, kid, it’s time to flex
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 [Verse 2: Steele and Tek
 Sent to represent the real heads, the dreads on the scene
 Now all the bumbaclot talk must dead
 I walk the fence of stress and tension
 Hit the Benz, then hit the spliff with my friends and
 Catch mad wreck with my man Tek (I am what I am)
 That’s why my fans show respect when I slam sets
 I don’t front for you, your crew, even a stunt
 Roll up the blunts ‘cause real n****s do what they want
 Big up to all original criminals
 The ill political, and all Boot Camp Generals
 I be getting charged with my squad on the
 Project step, and you’ll regret when my mob flex
 Glam to the man that sham when
 I hit ‘em with tricks or 4-5-6 when I’m gambling
 Collect your trap, then add it to my fat stack
 Chill, I’ll be back
 Right now, I’m out to smoke the next sack
 Well, I puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 We puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 [Verse 3: Tek, Steele, and Smif-N-Wessun
 It’s going down
 The deal has been set and it’s ready
 Strap up the arms ‘cause it’s time to be jetty
 Y’all n****s violated when y’all crossed that thin line
 Trespassed in Bucktown, and now you’re all mine
 Hey, batty boy, one move and you’re dead. I
 Got my Glocks cocked, and they’re pointed at your head
 Your operation’s dead and stinking, tied down
 With bricks, in the East River, sinking. Got my hoodie on
 And my Timb boots, troop, kick your whole
 Bottom row of fronts out, duke. You best protect your frame
 ‘Fore you’re tore out it, G. I’m halfway sane
 That’s what the Lord tells me, but I chose
 To disregard fuzz, smoke buds, and lamp in
 The Camp with the rest of the thugs ‘cause
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 I am what I am, and I do what I do
 Puff mad lye, catch wreck with my crew
 [Interlude 2: Steele and Tek
 Steele: Smif-N-Wessun, and we out like that. One time, one time for your head, two times, and we out, yeah. Boot Camp Clik roll thick
 Tek: This that killer dealer, kid
 “Aw yes!” (x7)
 “OK, we ready to rock”