Lyrics:

[Diamond D]



Now its the mad magician with the ill deposition



No repetition holdin down Bronx tradition



My composition simply squash the competition



Step up and get beat into submission



Cause this musician with the street intuition



7-35 fuel-injected transmission



My opposition will have to recognize my steez



Exotic trees leave a trail of scuffed up knees



So please you couldn't touch this cat with a stick



Quick to inflict tricks blaze up in the flick



Son I'm sick and you could put that on my mama



Exclamation point, quotation, comma



Lay up on the beaches when I'm down in the Bahamas



The skills go back to the days of wonderama



So pass the scama, son its time to get this money



So we can relax and recline where its sunny





[Big L]



I went from standin on the corner sellin cocaine



To rippin show I was sane hoes yellin my name



To be precise rippin mics is the light of my life



You frontin like you trife but never pulled a heist in your life



The price of my ice is sky high, I'm a fly guy



Its every thugs dream I really love cream, its in my blood stream



You mad cause I got more chicks than you, more bricks than you



More nines and extra clips than you



Where I live it ain't a nice town



You can't walk around with ice down



Some clown probably gettin stuck right now



Peace to D-I-T-C, Show and AG, Fat J-O-E



Diamond D, Lord Finesse, and me



I'm from the East Coast, this is how we roll in New York



A bunch of rowdy niggas holdin the fort



Jackin creeps, packin heat,