"Now let me take a trip down memory lane" "Comin' outta Queensbridge" I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners Henessey holders and old school niggas, then I be dissin' a Unofficial that smoke woolie thai I dropped out of Kooley High,

Let 'er rip, let it fly So if you're gonna say goodbye, don't take all day and night Come on baby, say it, do you think I'm gonna cry I ain't about to bawl, and I ain't gonna die I can tell there's something you don't wanna tell me It's killing you

So blow it in the wind Let the sparks fly now We can smile and then they wonder why, we up now We can't let them other niggas kill the vibe Hey yeah, hey yeah yeah yeah, yea yea yeah Let’s take a trip, don’t have to think about If you're new to this let