Get familiar
Black Jays, yeah
Clinton Sparks, yeah
GFN nigga, yes
One, two two two, oh
Yes Offishall Kardinal, one two
Yeah, ha

Aye yo, I used to be in love with this thing called rap
But fuck it, ninety percent of these niggaz spittin' is wack (yeah)
So I treat it like how I met it, way back in '83
Tried to destroy every other microphone that I see
These, we the peons and old man actin'
Like they sixteen with the tight jeans saggin'
Clothes lookin' like bootleg Dapper Dan from the corner of Canal
Let me show you 'bout style
I could, rock a outfit for less than three bucks
And still scoop all of you women from the rude bwoy touch
You could be, blind and deaf and walkin' with a crutch
Just say a one-two, ah watch the crowd get pumped
Got the, perfect answer for what y'all need
Right before you go to the club with a twenty sack of weed
We don't really give a fuck about who ain't scared
'Cause I be livin' in the hood and trust it, they ain't there (yeah)
All my niggaz pour heavy cause, we don't care
Stay low to the streets cause there's shots in the air
And I could give a fuck about your top ten hit
'Cause I ain't bendin' my ass over for shit, trust it (c'mon)

Aye yo, cars and cribs it don't mean shit, uh-huh
My niggaz hustlin' for that green shit, uh-huh
We ease back with that weak ass crew
We ain't hatin' we just don't like you, uh-huh
Playtime comes after paper, uh-huh
Plenty of time for chicks later, uh-huh
We ease back with that weak-ass crew
We ain't hatin' we just don't like you, my nigga

Aye yo, big-up these rap stars wearin' they lipstick
'Cause it makes it easier to see who on my dick
I got time to make money, respect and rip shit
Make weight with 8-0-8's, take it and flip shit
The only thing you flippin' is powder from Bisquick
And you can scream it louder but it still doesn't mean shit
I'm comin' with that mean shit, but yo I'm a cool dude
And I'm not a hater, I just don't like you
All the hype writers ain't spreadin' in my crew
Victoria told your (Secret), we see-through you (yeah)
East coast, West coast, Dirty South
Need to harness what a nigga leakin' outta the mouth
If you listen to your girl you'll see what it's about
Ninety percent stroke, and ten percent clout
Twenty-five percent looks, ain't none of it luck
'Cause I get more than a hundred when I'm fuckin' shit up

Aye yo, cars and cribs it don't mean shit, uh-huh
My niggaz hustlin' for that green shit, uh-huh
We ease back with that weak ass crew
We ain't hatin' we just don't like you, uh-huh
Playtime comes after paper, uh-huh
Plenty of time for chicks later, uh-huh
We ease back with that weak-ass crew
We ain't hatin' we just don't like you, my nigga

Kar-kar-kardinal
Black, Black Jays
Get-get familiar
Well it's him up with Kardi'
Reppin for the T-Dot, Dot, Dot, Dot
Black-black Jays is the team
Boston to T-Dot, dun know
Original rude bwoy on the scene

Fuck y'all labels and the niggaz in your crew
It's a wrap killin 'em
With Clinton nigga, whatchu gon' do?
Kardinal