Ay yo Flush you been around for a real long time
Lemme ask you a question, do you still write rhymes?
***** I write commandments, pen hit the paper the fans flip
I talk **** reason why New York won't quit

Everytime that I spit you know I'm throwin' some hot ****
The West Coast had it locked so you called on a locksmith
Then Worldwide came out so Queens could pop ****
And I really did sell coke so I talk about mad bricks

I got a lil' paper so you know I push mad whips
When Iced Out came out taught y'all how to ice ****
Now the world runnin' around talkin' about Flush is the nicest
Took some time off had a lot of work I had to get it off
Label me the street boss a lotta rappers fell off

I watched laugh and listen, waitin' for my time to get it
My lifestyle was bitten take it write a move with it
Until y'all haters and y'all corny critics
'Cause what I put in this rap game a lotta rappers wouldn't of lived it
Dig it? Alright back up, back up

Ah yes, ah Flush
What?
Is it true you had a divorce with your wife?
Heh, you ***k right I got rid of that *****, anything else?
Yes yes, uh what do you feel about the rap game?
Huh, alright anybody wanna ask me anymore questions? How about you?

Yeah, I felt that Flush, Worldwide, Iced Down was hot
But lemme ask you a question do you hustle on the block?
Say what mother***ker?
I'm the reason why the cops don't talk and wanna bust mother***ker

The only ***** in Queens with dust mother***ker
And I really live this **** do I don't trust mother***kers
Let me talk to you suckers, you fake *** *******s
Your bricks are 17 so your boss's my customer

You little *** ***** with the Mighty Midget figures
While y'all was playin' Nintendo I was ***kin' up the dishes
Had a bad ***** butt *** baggin' work in the kitchen
The dope called it Candy Girl 'cause it felt like New Edition
And I still feel like Bate when the Feds is out fishin'
And without this rap **** my kids got towards intuition

And I'm never gonna snitch, I'd rather escape from prison
You talk **** we hit 'em, you got shines we stick 'em
You got dough we get 'em, you ***k hoes we sit 'em
You still be outta town with them bricks and the rental