Never has it been so sweet to your ear

So lend it here and let go your fear

And give a green light to the man on the mic

And keep this beat cause it's just my type

And I'll ride the rhythm like a black cowboy

And I'ma get busy for y'all to enjoy

Whether dancefloor jeep or the comfort of your home

I'm kickin somethin out your back that rhymes with comb

Flippin the script because I used to be with Stet

But when shit got heck, had to step and keep the rep

Pack a forty ounce brew, leave it out it gets flat

So I'm comin freely in ninety-three with the fact

Okedoke supportin, a shoutout to the Hortons

and Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in

And now it's time for me to sorta claim my fame so

Please don't ask the question how low can you go

And as for traditional rappers and MC's

The Godfather sings please please please

to your parents, so I'ma sing a song to you

You're either friend or foe, so whatcha gonna do

Cause I'm

(flowin in file with a new style) -- 2X

In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style)

Give it to me I'm (flowin in file with a new style)

A special shout goes out to East New York

Brownsville, Bed-Stuy, Crown Heights, Redhook, Ft. Greene

Styles upon styles, but I don't think so

Cause people only rock one style at a time

If you with it, as long as the Daddy has been

You learn that people gotta p-ay for the rhyme

They called the one eighty seven on a undercover cop

But the vest was bulletproof, so the cop didn't drop

My brother Ice-T couldn't take it no more

So he got with Sister Souljah and they bumrushed the store

Cube was inside yellin dirty Korean

Turned around looked for Yo but the cops didn't see her