Yes! Yes Aiyyo.. how do you play it, James Brown'll say it P and I'll relay it, DJ'sll DJ it I must go hard, then take charge Illmatic MC Dub I'm like Nas Own a couple of cars parked in my garage A crew less than chicks, I call them DeBarge I can't be defeated, nope, the judge is in now Y'all can be seated, all lames can beat it I know there's a few who thought we might lose Resurrect, like Pete Rock, to C.L. Smooth News - there's no gettin' around this homey P and I's a brand name we in your house like Sony Long Island's best, yes we got a few of them Rakim, P.E., ain't no doin' them Rocked Apollo, and there's no booin' them Money up front ain't nobody screwin' them [Chorus] What you say, what you say now So what you say, what you say now What you say, what you say now So what you say, what you say now Yup, what you say, what you say now Yeah.. with the heat Method Man Yo, nuttin' to lose cause I got nuttin' to prove, I'm rugged Who be like f** it if I fart in my shoes, you love it I'm cold (brrr) trust it ain't really no room to discuss it Leave n***az disgusted I sh** on they life and flush it Not only make that green but puff it, easy come easy does it You bring the dutches, I'll "Bring Da Ruckus" (wrong one to f** wit) I ain't no puppet, ain't no pullin' my strings to public It's he the rugged, y'all ain't bustin' them things, so bust it I'm at my rawest when you give me a stage and a cordless I can't call it, eat my sh** leave stains in the toilet The Staten Island n***a chewin' ya ears Cause y'all don't do it like we doin' it here, and that's clear This Cash Money, dates back to crack money And crash dummy corny-a** raps don't get no dap from me My dudes is hungry like they animal son And eat MC's like a cannibal, ONE [Chorus] Yup Pmd (This is dedicated to everybody ain't think I had it in me) (Knahmsayin?) Word (Talkin 'bout they ain't feelin' me) (f** you I ain't feelin' you!) The bad guy always win cause he prey on the weak In the band, church, schoolyard and street That's why the P stay A-L-E-R-T With the A-R-1-0 sittin' right next to me One of the tag team champs, share the belt with E Mess with us get disposed of properly Ain't no one stoppin' me, P's prophecy was to re-collide with the Bandit, EPMD Cause we got a pa**ion for the mic like +A Pa**ion For Christ+ We got a pa**ion for life, trunk j**els, chrome and dice But no snake eyes, or we break guys and then break fly Leave the Lakeside on a time-out like take five Expect the blessin' or yo you'll be gone quick You wanna talk crazy wreckless, you wanna talk slick? You can't control your anger homey so you lost it Now the Squadron comin' through, so what'chu want kid? [Chorus] Nuttin' but heat huh, yup It's all over See-ya!