[Intro]
Yeah, holler

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap]
Queens stunner (Yeah), team of gunners (Uh-huh)
You wasn't no Queens stunner (Nah), you's a Queens stunner runner
Income, I got a money machine for the wonder (Yeah)
Hustling the gear like the jeans on a plumber (Uh)
Four, five, six and put your green on a number
Jim Carrey jewelry 'cause your gleam dumb and dumber (Yeah)
Breeze through in the truck pulling the Sea-Doos (See me)
Young buck sizing 'em up, I'ma see dude (Pop that)
Now keep on playing games and fuck with three, stooge (Clown)
Come in here with your facе screwed (Uh)
Kid, I had a mortician fix it with face gluе, swollen head with plates through (Hear me)
See me pop steel, get peeled like a grapefruit (You know how I do)
Homie sell, be on the trail with the state troops
I be blowing past in that late blue eight, poof
Out-of-state-plate coupe with a bitch with some great cooch (Uh)
Kid, you knowin' how this eight do, blaze your crew

[Chorus: Rakim]
Musical rhymes I memorize in my mental enterprise (Uh)
Then improvise live with my supplies (Where they at?)
You know the quota, fashion-al designs that shine (Keyed uptown)
The international kind, start the rhyme, time to motor (Keyed uptown)
Musical rhymes I memorize in my mental enterprise (Uh)
Then improvise live with my supplies (Holler)
You know the quota, fashion-al designs that shine (Keyed uptown)
The international kind, start the rhyme, time to motor (Keyed uptown)
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