For the niggaz with the bumps  
  
 Bump, c'mon, ba-bump  
 Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk  
 Nigga who is you?  
 Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days  
 Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed  
 Ahh, stage left with the right angle even  
 We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin  
 Get down, and ya don't quit  
 Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it  
 Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo  
 My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)  
 Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin  
 Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin  
 Hardcore's the way that I swing yo  
 Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro  
 A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor  
 So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?  
  
 Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga  
  
 Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?  
 Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya  
 Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click  
 I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick  
 Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson  
 Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson  
 Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em  
 Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level  
 The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie  
 All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring  
 Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew  
 I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga  
  
 Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga  
 Horns...  
  
 Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah  
 Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track  
 Locked down for years now releasin myself  
 Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left  
 It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka  
 Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up  
 Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on  
 Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo  
 Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team  
 Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans  
 But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger  
 Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers  
 Put the, put, put the needle back in time  
 And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme  
 Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels  
 No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out  
 But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign  
 Here to reclaim the fame  
 It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle  
 So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle  
  
 Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga  
 Fuck that, I'm the one, shit  
 Horns...  
  
 Am I the flyest nigga?  
 Let it ride