Peace Peace Y'all, Don't Eat Grease Y'all, Huh A Brooklyn Nigga Representin the East Y'all, Come Follow Me Now I Get Down For My Crown With New Found Wreck And Bring the Noise Like I'm Comin to Soundcheck The Stage Is Clear For Me to Rock It So I Snatch the Mic Like a Brooklyn Nigga Does a Pocket Clear the Throat, to Perform the Art To Treat the Stage Like a Movie Ticket and Rip It Apart Watch the Crowd Burst From Lyrics That I Say To Make the Brothers Get Ill, and By the Way Dukes If That's Your Girl in the Corner Stay Up On Her Cause I've Been Watchin the Morgue, Then the Korean Store Owner (Whoo!) Mack Man Number One, You Know How I Move You'd Think That I'd Be Shavin My Rhmes, Cause They'd Be So Smooth Mr. Wonderful and All of That Gun to Pull Shit That You Be Talkin Nigga Don't Even Run the Bull Cause If I Roll On You Kid, I Do the Body Rude Like the Cops Did On Ummmmmm.. That Rodney Dude Peep It!
