Lyrics:

[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 [?]

[Hook]

[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

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