[Verse One] Well I'm a B-Boy from the hard Hit Squad on the scene I've been a cream fiend since 16, nahmean? Trucking jewels that gleam Yo my crew don't sing Just puff trees and whip the Benz with the chrome that beams And like a sucker Yeah, you look the other way That's when I know you on my dick kid, but it's okay I don't play I don't drink the Alize I stay a B-Boy until they take my fucking mic away
[Hook] \"I'm a B-Boy, standing in my big stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants\" - Onyx 'Slam' \"I'm a B-Boy, standing in my big stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants\" \"Cold chill at a party in my b-boy stance\" - Run-DMC 'Suck MC's' \"I'm a B-Boy, standing in my big stance\" \"That's that B-Boy shit, grab your dick shit\" - PMD 'Rugged N Raw' \"I'm a B-Boy, standing in my big stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants\" [Verse Two] Free at last Like Martin Luther King doing my own thing Hardcore B-Boy, underground and I don't sing So Whatchu Saying, You Gots Ta Chill and let the god build Cause I'm housing on a rampage for the next meal Whatever happened to the ill pop breakers? Ill tag makers? Freestylers and DJ's with the stupid speakers? Twisting 40 tops, giving shorty props Cruising up blocks and ducking from cops at the week spot Need trees, army fatigues, time to breathe Niggas too jiggy, loose like a fucking sleeve The clique originated Crab niggas exterminated I be the O.G. Hit Squad [?]
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[Verse Three] I dedicate this rhyme to the MC's, niggas that wanna temp me The cuties with the Benzies and you suckers stuck on empty Don't forget me My pockets stay fat, like the blimp be [?] tracks on the M.P That's triggers by the [?] Or click track so don't forget that Where my clique at? (Representing with the Rugged N Raw) Okay now print that