I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
Wha, wha, wha, wha, what

I can give it to ya but whatcha gonna do wit it
When I'm in Texas I'm bumpin' screw music
With Big Mike and Scarface with Luke Luke
Me and lil' Crook like Bo and Luke duke

When I'm in Miami, I go to scoop Luke
To see the peep show and hit some duke shoot
Went to Branson, back to back, Lex Coupe
Up in 'Harlem World' in my Timb boots

Two suckers had beef so I watched them shoot
Called up Benny Rat, copped a bullet proof
Seen T-Funk he took us to the fruit
Then he went to the Tunnell and brought down the roof

Mink coats and moet, *****es drippin' sweat
Slang a c***ette to Funkmaster Flex
And now I'm bumpin' on East Coast tape decks
Went from Swatch to platinum Rolex
S.D., Jersey we getting more ***, flow next, go next

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
Wha, wha, wha, wha, what

I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' hood, hood
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah

If my *****s can't eat then y'all *****z can't sleep
I just begun to creep, Nightmares on Elm Street
Release from Jones Beach to South Beach, capeesh?
Kickin' dust as I bust, ***k peace

And all them crooked cops on the beat
My *****s bring the funk like your Gran**a feet
'Til death do us part, save my bullets for the charts
With darts, like HBO watching after dark

No love for a mark, even less for a trick
That wanna be like Mike, Mike, who? My ****
Real **** Hot Nicks, run wit my *****s that ain't got ****
Pop **** and peddle poetry for profit

One time, out for mine but cant stop it
Trying to keep they hands in my pocket
So I bring obnoxious, infected lah that be toxic
Leave the crime scene spotless

Mix the green with the chocolate, here's the topic
*****s, synchronize your watches
We goin' in, wit nothin' but a Clan logo
Mr. Meth, I'm running loco mother***ker
(DMX)

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
Wha, wha, wha, wha, what

I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' hood, hood
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah

I got a wicked flow and I'm gonnana kick it yo, feel the pressure
Snatching *****s up just like change off the dresser
*****s hit me with the best **** then what
I shake that ******** off then go nutz

I've been down too long, can't a mother***ker show me nothing?
Y'all ***** *****s is duckin' me like you owe me something
I got more homies than an Hesse, but let's say
I couldn't talk, you wouldn't walk my way on your best day

The best way you can hope to get close to me
Is right here under my wing like you're supposed to be
The first time you start acting ***kin' strange
Best to be ducking range

Talkin' **** wearing a ***kin' chain, I break *****z like promises
Split em' open like Thomas and sell more drugs than a pharmacist
Strapped wit nothing but a rhyme a long history of violent crime
At***ude that doesn't mind doing time

I say, I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do wit it
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
I can give it to you but whatcha gonna do
Wha, wha, wha, wha, what

I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' hood, hood
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah
I'm too ***y for my mother***kin' low ridah