[Intro: Q-Tip] Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are Hey sucka nigga, hey sucka nigga Whoever you are, whoever you are
[Verse 1: Common] Fuck waiting under my skin, the situation is scraping Somewhat like the girl X-rating It's hard to be patient with no VCR or PlayStation Knowing your Rockports, somebody may be lacing Make me wanna leave the city when I can't take a vacation Without somebody breaking in my demonstration For some South side information, I search the Nigga-net It's certain things about this I ain't figure yet Dirt, the guy who stayed with me and had a set of keys Because his job had been stopped smoking weed Thursdays his off days, he usually watch his seed For him to have done it, a babysitter and a car he would need The stripper broad, my TV and couch she couldn't carry it Unless some nigga helped and that's who she'll get buried with She was vegetarian, she wouldn't have cooked chicken I confronted her with it, to her story she was sticking The plot thickens, as we drove in search of this hype Who I ain't know by name, but I knew by bike Chances of him breaking in, chilling and eating Are about as slim as he is, though I knew where he lived In this house with three kids, one I was cool with As we rolled, I told the guy turn on the music Just as I thought I closed in on one suspect The nigga who did it popped the tape in the deck
[Dialogue from "King of New York" and "Scarface"]
[Outro: Q-Tip] It ain't sweet when you do that shit (Repeat x7)