One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue

between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during

the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block

with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch

All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel

By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal

Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me

You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh

A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie

Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches

And I don't try to act brand new

Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous"

The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome

make a little money and then forget where they came from

Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures

Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!

"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)

[Kane] Stop shammin!

"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)

[Kane] Stop shammin!

"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)

[Kane] Stop shammin!

"Stop, hold-up, pause, wait" (2X)

So why you wanna be what you're not?

And claim to have things that you know you ain't got

You're just a fantasizer -- spendin all your money

on lustrous pink oil moisturizer

Just to make your hair curly and thin

You say, "Black is beautiful," but then you go and bleach your skin

Money you're worse than Yacub

cause their are eight stages of graft and you broke down to two

Plus you got a bad case of jungle fever

And nmmana-nah-nah I just can't believe ya

It's quite obvious you don't wanna be a black man

So what's next - you're gonna join the Klu Klux Klan?

You sold out to your race and it's a big disgrace