My style's rugged like Timberland
 When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon
 My style flow local like New Jersey transit
 And I can't stand it
 And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
 I'm from N to the E
 W A R K  Newark NJ got the AK
 When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy
 I'm a Kid From the Hall
 I got big balls to make your pussy walls dribble in my drawers
 Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it
 Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit
 I keep the chronic patrol on the road
 in case you're wondering why I keep my izm
 Cause I smoked everybody else's shit up
 My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka
 One two checka
 And I give effects to niggaz with my Black and Decker
 So check the, manuscript, man you flipped
 Put it down if you can't handle it
 Got a B-R-C-G, Blunt Rollers College Graduate
 I got a degrees in Physics on how high I can get
 Then next I check how many niggaz that can die from my Tec
 Cause the N-E-W-A-R-K is where the niggaz robbin and stealin
 and fuckin niggaz everyday
 Now Jersey's on max so pass the dutchie on the lefthand side
 Hide the hidash, in case we cridash, in my ride
 So, sliiiide, before I call the medics
 You can bet bitch you couldn't get fly if you were FedEx
 Can I, drop the funk on ya, run it on ya
 Strong as ammonia, smell it from here to California
 Cause Reggie Noble dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco
 I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho
 My music more underground than a kid at 300 XL
 Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected
 I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz
 And chumps are wondering what two niggaz dropped the funk funk

 Verbally you never heard of me I smoke you third degrees
 and cause surgery for emergency
 cause Reggie Noble's known like burglary
 I get hot busted when I dip my nuggets
 Hey, if it take a million niggaz to stop it just like Chuck did
 Cause we run around Newark with the nine cock
 Keep it heated for the brothers that's not off my block
 And if ya don't know the flavor, be a tough guy and enter
 So go show you more nigga events than Jacob Jaffrey center
 I'm genuine, to the rhyme, get your canines
 Cops that got the hot glock stocked for when it's playtime
 I rock around the Robin TWEET TWEET on the calendar
 Cause you couldn't pull my number if your class major was Algebra
 I make bitches moan to my Stallone without Sylvester
 Cause I'm more deadlier than a whole school system of investors
 So check us, I always smoke mad blunts before breakfast
 Cause I, Get Around like 2Pac with Poetic in my Justic
 Hold tight, hold tight, everybody hold tight
 I'm sooper like my man cat, cause I keep my styles jam packed
 I wrreerawwwowww like Anthrax, split my pants like Bill Bixby
 You could tell the tracks was fat from the work of my MP-60
 I smoke the chronic that's why my sinus always fucked up
 Them bones, them bones, them bones will have you fucked up
 I blaze blunts with my nigga Mellow, yo say hello
 (Yo whattup dogg?)
 Really, now pass the second blunt to Quilly

 Now sit your big ass down cuz I don't know about this rap stuff
 There wasn't rap when I was pickin cotton, sayin massa
 Y'all y'all whippersnappers, with the caps on backwards
 Man, y'all fuck around with Quilly I kick a bone out yo' ass quick
 Watch out now, I ain't bullshittin
 I representin the oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-G's from forty-three goddamnit
 And if you keep on with that dirty mistreatin
 I'm gonna whoop your ass, til your heart stop beating

 And yo, chronic bubonic the funky bionic
 you find it I'll have to rewind it where minds are blinded
 Time 4 Sum Aksion so time to find it
 I smoked out like a cookout, look out my dick's out
 That was last album when I was bouncin on trains like Malcolm
 I was hiiiiigh, I thought I wouldn't survive
 That's why I quit my nine to five and got live
 Because this hip-to-the-hop shit fills my pockets
 And I'm Audi for ninety-four because I already got my props
 Hoes, hoes, and more hoes