(You ain't got no wins in mi casa, yeah)
(Puerto Rico, oh)

If you're Puerto Rican and you know it clap your hands
If you're Puerto Rican and you know it clap your hands
If you're black, Spanish, white, whatever
Everybody clap your hands
And it's the Puerto Rican rebel
Crank up the treble, pump up the bass, Doo Wop goin' ape
The kid from the tape, What's Goin' On, What's Goin' On
Niggas can't deal with the real, word is bond
My nigga Joe good lookin', check it
My title never got tooken, from San Juan to Brooklyn
I am the undefeated, undisputed
Eat cootchie fiend it every time I gets buddhed
Sip Corona with Mona the bitch from Myona
I didn't bone her (why?) 'Cause she's a blood donor
And you know about the virus
Fuck 5-0 Doo Wop is New York's Finest
Dj slash MC, competition envy
Cause I bounce in each and every Benzy
Check me with Frankie Cutlass
Uh, Boriquas on da set, motherfuckers

(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa, yeah)

Yeah, guess who comes out the camp
The undisputed heavyweight Bronx champ
Niggas know the time, niggas know the deal
Niggas know that nigga Fat Joe is mad real
Check it, who wants to disrespect?
Iraq connect, I take your life in a sec
Fuck around, now you Snaggle Pusses foe
Flip it in Spanish and be like mámame el bicho
It's the illest nigga from the Boogie Down
Represent every day with the four pound
Rap aggressor, MC stresser
Whenever horny, I'm fuckin' bitches on my dresser
Even downtown white boys recognize
Fat Joe number one, yo, it ain't no surprise
I'm rippin' mics for days to days
And I plan to be around like Frankie Beverly and Maze
Fat Joe on the track with Frankie Cutlass
Yo, Boogie bring on the motherfuckin' ruckus

(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa, yeah)

I sit back and I simply wonder rappers ponder
I stick, I move, my crew makes noise like thunder
It's the third ,haven't you heard? That's another story
The Puerto Ricans steadily seekin' for my piece of glory (yeah)
When I say glory I don't refer to riches
'Cause riches put a lot of niggas in our new ditches
Sometimes material dreams make ya scheme
Now ya nature graffiti on the wall in the streets scene
Check it, attention, eruption, invasion
My height, my pride, my stride means I'm not Caucasian (yeah)
You best leave this kid alone, I have melatone
Not fully blown, but I've been known to bless a microphone
See True and Binky keep it real, kickin' street facts
Head cracks for the blacks and the aerowax
My Aztec roughnecks get love too
And if you ain't from the ghetto then motherfuck you

(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa)
(Yeah, mic check, Boriquas on the set)
(Yeah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa, yeah)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah