[Big Shug] Hip-Hop, after me there'll be nothin else That's real Uh-huh
I Cold Crush 'em like them Brothers Disrespect me, get your whole team smothered I'm still Cool like J Smoke two L's, at the crib, then I hit Shante I'm still D.M.C., I Run this whole game Like cats with my sons, uh-huh I'm Public Enemy #1 I'm like Malcolm near the window with a black shotgun I'm the best to do, you ain't got a Clue But you claim to be Fabolous, you ain't taggin us You too weak, you got your brain on dust I got that new chrome cocked back with no rust I'm like O.J., you wonder if I did it But I don't roll with snitches so you'll never find out Know the history, you'll know yourself Stick to your guns nigga and you'll keep your wealth But check your rod, and you'll keep your health When they come with short money, let the heater melt 'em I'm not here to make friends, it's just dough Hip-Hop, created my flow I give 'em drymouth at the end of the barrel The odds of you escapin, are next to narrow Follow the rhyme from the master Cause when the hip-hop is done, there'll be no after, after
[Chorus: repeat 2X] After me there'll be no real After me there'll be no 38 steel But there'll be plenty of corny-ass cats Who want us to believe they raps and that's whack