I got a greater rhyme and state of mind

If you wack I won't say a line or pay a dime to hear ya

What I dare ya, to step up

Diss you fast, hit ya ass with the trash you get swept up

2 out of 3 states, know the P's great, and yell out

If I sell out it's only on my release date

Huh I came out, had these bitches screaming my name out

Now they wanna see me, believe me, that easy

Swing you bust, when I sing and cut, nigga hang it up

Bringing what pal, you ordered that style from Finger Hut

When Percee P sing a rhyme, your comp get stomped

Cause they can't swing a line so they bring a nine

Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands everybody)

Don't come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands and what)

(Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle)

Girls just giving me sex, I eat ’em like a T-Rex

I’m playing but I have ’em saying "me next, me next"

You can't compare me yo, with these other brother's material

On your stereo but you don't hear me though

You better handle it son, don't step to me

Or try to do me, don't wanna sue me when some damage is done

My tune rocks, the speakers on your boom box

Keep my hotel room locked and let ya on that boom knock

I never take breaks and hoe’s with the great shape

I hate snakes, fakes screaming date rape to make papes

I always set it off, the best, the stress I get it off

My chest, you test and let it off

Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands everybody)

Don’t come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands and what)

(Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle)

I'm taking everyone out, who tell me, "yo shit will never sell P"

The hell g, just wait until my LP come out

And bitches will be asking to me

The nigga who be blasting a jeep

They used to pass in the street

The cutie say more, I’ll be damned if the booty's paid for

I’m live in a fort like Rudy Vaymour

For me pall, bet you got the deal try’na be wild

Or senile, but I got mine just busting freestyle

I set a slick rhyme, people causing sending letters quick

To say I’m better with words and herps dropping rhetoric

I get retarded black, causing cardiac

Arrest in the BX where hip hop started at

But way back niggas was still strapped

Didn’t freestyle when the rap, your proving your act

On the map, and tell another people come running

Don't come strapped, I come here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands everybody)

Don’t come strapped, I came here to rap and tell them people

(Clap your hands and what)

(Leave your 9's at home and bring your skills to the battle)