| Yeah, uh, it’s dark outside | 
| We still in the hood with this one, ya’ll | 
| Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene | 
| Huh? | 
| Ain’t no sun outside, never sunny where I’m from | 
| Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo | 
| Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' till the late night | 
| Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' «We hate life!» | 
| Gettin' this money, but we want more | 
| I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don’t want war | 
| I heat targets, anything you see, rob it, got beef like the meat market | 
| I’m clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants | 
| I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret | 
| They come through and finish drama after we start it | 
| All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player | 
| Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors | 
| Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches | 
| Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player | 
| My vision is deep the Division will creep | 
| Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps | 
| Nigga, we ain’t playin, our mission’s discreet | 
| I’m clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks | 
| To let you know we ain’t playin' | 
| Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil | 
| I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto | 
| My watch 80 G appraisal | 
| Plus they drop 50 G’s for a RZA beat | 
| Cherry wood, hickory seats, presidential suites | 
| Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty | 
| Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me | 
| Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief | 
| And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week | 
| Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth | 
| You gon take 40 to the mouth and it ain’t no brewski | 
| That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf | 
| Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Loosies | 
| Wanna shoot me? | 
| know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee | 
| Ya’ll don’t wanna lose teeth | 
| Comin' all out of your face just like pimples | 
| That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you | 
| 'Cuz ya’ll niggas ain’t with it, better quit it | 
| 'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted | 
| That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap | 
| Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac' | 
| You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac' | 
| I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what? | 
| Wherever I go, I pack my 44 | 
| Wherever I go, I always have dough | 
| Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! | 
| What up? | 
| (What up, O? What up fam?) | 
| What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit) | 
| What’s goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?) | 
| Oh, word? | 
| (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man) | 
| That’s what’s up, yo, but check this out | 
| I got something new here for you, right here (what?) | 
| Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?) | 
| Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?) | 
| Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?) | 
| Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom. | 
| It’s right here (son, what’s that all about, though, yo?) | 
| Yo, God, it’s the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? | 
| It’s the truth | 
| It’s the way it’s gonna set you free | 
| I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out | 
| Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin | 
| Check this out, and let me know… (let's see what you talkin' about) | 
| Youknowhatimsayin, I know you’ll respond good | 
| This could take you to another level | 
| (Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?) | 
| Listen, brother, I’ve been readin', man, without this man I wouldn’t be here | 
| right now | 
| You know? | 
| (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean? | 
| I’mma trust your word on this, I’mma pick this up, I’mma read this, aight | 
| I’mma get back at you, if I can relate, we’ll relate | 
| If not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?) | 
| Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g | 
| This is Math right here (yeah, it’s like that, for real, fam?) | 
| For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam) | 
| This nigga, talkin' peace, man, this nigga’s the wildest' nigga I know, yo! |