Released on August 1, 1995

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[Intro]

Plug

Word, yo (Know what I'm sayin'?), word (Yo)

Know what I'm saying?

You know— You know we had the baddest motherfuckin' (No doubt, no doubt)

Unit back in the days kid (I know that son, I know that)

You know that (You know I know that), know what I'm saying? (Know what I'm saying?)

I miss all my niggas, though, believe me, and I'll never forget none of 'em (Word up, word up, know what I'm sayin?)

Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying? (Rob, you know what I'm saying?)

Eddie, motherfuckin'— all them wild-ass niggas, man (Yeah, yeah)

You know what I'm saying? (I hear you)

L, yo, man (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shit is wild, though, God, you know what I'm saying God? (Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Word up, you know what I'm saying? (Powerful, word up, word up)

So you let my shit go at the count of three, though, you know what I'm saying? (Take your time, take your time)


[Verse 1]

Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks

Club nights we snatch links, politic, Africans and Chinks

Wide World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds

Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting morphine

The God seen more cream, and upstate

Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen

Chill, pa, the God'll be a star when you come home

Light bones and let you rock my 3G stone

So, see cousin, yo, I was working, cats I'm jerking

And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting

Keys 20 for a brick

Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why papi got hit

Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June

By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room

Skied up, weaved the fuck up, to top it off

Look beat up with two crack fiends hugging your seed up

I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it

I got your back, though


[Chorus]

Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God


[Verse 2]

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere

Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna

Italiano, slanted-eye, banging a fat Milano

Selling coke right out the bottle

Sometime a nigga bought nines to test with mines (Sit back, relax)

Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece

Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dough figures

Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor

Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby

Teaching his seed Wu-Tang karate

Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks

Night time rolling with snakes

Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank

Sixteen shots in his fish tank

And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana

Smoking ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra

Claiming New York was ancient Babylon

Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heron

I can't front though, truck loads of Indo

Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho


[Chorus]

Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God

Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God

Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill, God, yo, the son don't chill, Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God


[Outro]

Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggas

Word up, show your love

Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah

Word up, London, Europe, Africa

Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah

Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah

About to make moves and slide like grease

Moves and slide like grease