{What you doin` on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey
Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it
If you ain`t Smokey, it ain`t yo` motherf**kin` message
Motherf**ker, I said gimme the message}

{It`s from Willie, in the slam, ni**a, you been busted?
Yeah, the man picked me up
Well, I ain`t got no f**kin` time to play witchu
Now gimme the message}

{Willie`s in Warwick, doin` 1 to 3, told me to tell y`all motherf**kers
To keep cool, he be out one way or another, quick
Maybe I could stick around for awhile, naw, that`s out, man
You know? What can we, The Lords, do with a punk like you?}

{Kiss my ass, motherf**ker, burn `em
Just me and you, motherf**ker, just me and you
I put trademarks around your f**kin` eye}

Portrayin`, won`t be payin`, uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this Wally champ cat
Yeah, it`s on this one

Yo, Gambino ni**as, who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers, midgets who steal beers, give `em theirs
Sit back jollyin`, my team be gamin`
Like three card Rolly an` drug Somalians pollyin`

Many raps they crochetin`, ay yo, Iron
These ni**as portrayin` but haven`t been payin`
For real, slide on these ni**as, like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade

Throw a blade, f**k gettin` laid
Guzzle this s**t like Gatorade
Big-dick Wallies have, never half-suede
Connectin` with the hot style is done

Light up a challis
I run with nuttin` but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long dick style
Ni**as on the hit out, ay yo, Iron, bite my s**t out

Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin` this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees an` bless me with a gem in the Caribbean
Skiin` off by P.M.

Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two Arabians
The greatest lesson is `Don`t owe, you might get stole on`
When I go bury me wit Valow on

{They come to me and understand just let me get mines first
Then after I get mines, y`all can do what y`all wanna do
F**k `em up bad}

`Sho `nuff, hit the bank an` thrust
Cool Nauticas, Jamie Summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin` white label, left the Winnebago unstable

Smooth sailin`, walked in, my earth started kneelin`
Started stealin`, I`m too ill, see, we`re bellin` at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael Bolton magazine call, I`m too potent

Louisville mix pain kill rap, f**k Benadryl
The violin in `Knowledge God` sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch`ll leave bartenders topless

Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me an` my girl`ll run like Luke an` Laura
We sit back on Malayan Islands
Sippin` mix drinks out of boat, coconut bowls, we whylin`

Sit back jollyin`, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Sit back jollyin`, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh

Sit back jollyin`, my team be gamin`
Like three card Rolly an` drug Somalians pollyin`
Sit back jollyin`, my team be gamin`
Like three card Rolly an` drug Somalians pollyin`

Sit back

Deep meditation, sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical, the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin` to none
My microphone an` three verse weigh a ton of slaughter

You oughta, five thousand, back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin` with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew

One gallon of whylin`, Park Hill profilin`
I cut your face up, rough fifty, sure while you`re smilin`
For violatin` my position
I leave you smoked like a crack head on a mission

Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it`d be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me

`Cause I`m P L O T K O every day
Dance hall General, party fanatic colonel
Cappadonna, son`a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin` with the new set of rule of hard rappin`

Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin`
When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle
I spark the mic an` Shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin` I have a by myself meetin`

Thinkin` who`s gonna be the next to catch a beatin`
From my mental slangin`, bitchin`, rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that`s what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked an` packed it, gimme my rewards

{The way I, the way I wanna get `em, I want `em gotten
I want `em layin` out, I want `em gotten
`Cause ni**as need to be gotten, he need to be taken off of here
That`s straight}