[Intro: Noreaga]

Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin' crib, you heard

Yeah! We tryin' to get this shit poppin' over here

Huh? (Block party!) All that shit, man (Block party!)

Come over here, nigga, here

Where it's happening, here's were it's poppin' at, baby, DJ'ing that shit

[Verse 1: Noreaga]

My nigga Rich Nice called me and said get gone

You know the Kid Capri, shit everybody is on

The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform – I be hyped up

New Balance kicks and Nike'd up

Why you niggas still acting like y'all niggas is tough?

I got that one weed spot – that's that Branson stuff

Other niggas talk about it, but you see me with such

And I'm Thugged Out, catch me with the animal bunch

Gettin' head in the whip, smokin' animal blunts

G's up, hoes down, nigga – fuck them stunts

And I'll be flippin'

You get a nice chick, I like a chicken

You don't believe me? Ask Bill Clinton

Trackmasters do that shit that y'all niggas wouldn't

And Kid Capri do the shit that you niggas couldn't

And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally

I'm ill like Shaq in the paint with an alley'

My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats

Ayo, my nigga Kid Capri will just shit on y'all tracks

And we ain't got no love for y'all wax

We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks

[Verse 2: Kid Capri]

I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock the time

Y'all niggas clockin' mine, 'cause I'm getting lots of shine

Kid Capri could be the cat that could change the face of rap

Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is where I'm stationed at

The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes

Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it jumping

While you're standing there, frontin'

The Black Italian – y'all chicas better keep it smiling

From here to Wards Island

Motherfuck all the stylin'

Keep the money piling, or either sign the check

Y'all niggas pay attention to any rhyme I wet

It's time to jet

To ever bless a line I get

Y'all fools are straight falling off as I climb the deck

The Kid Capri causing haters DJ misery

Number one for a while, son, check your history

By the way, all you talkers need to practice what you got to say

'Cause you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay

[Verse 3: Big Punisher]

Yo, it's your man from Puerto Rico

That slaughters peoples like raw perico

I'm for the people – fire power, not a total recall

Look out your peephole and I'll bloodshot your baby blues

Look at my 'chismo and my mugshot in the Daily News

How many crews I gotta run through when it come to

Gettin' raw – I'm The Predator, comin' to hunt you

Niggas think it's something sweet on the fuckin' street

But I be there busting my heat, when there's nothin' to eat

Fuck it, I cheat 'cause that's the ghetto's anthem

I know the devil's laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin'

Ain't no napping in the city, 'cause it never sleeps

Wake up like "What happen?!" when I bust a cap in your feather geese

I met at least a thousand cats, with a thousand raps

But how many acts actually ever really come out of rap?

Just a few, I'll pull this track through your vestibule

And turn the rest of you corn niggas into vegetables