"Meanwhile, in another part of the town"

 

 I got a suicide squeeze on the trigger

 Hit you like a swig of 100 proof hard liquor

 The Minister gotta fade ya like a record, I'ma play ya

 Like suede Pumas, clides, fat laces on a mayor

 Deliver like a mailman, slide into your crib-o

 Rather have a limo than your bullshit demo

 Things are risin up like a 40 inch vertical

 Heard you pull wreck, but I run you in a circle

 Flowin out my voice like a dummy and ventriloquist

 Hookin up lingo, study like a linguist

 Stickin rhymes, yeah, I'm movin like a drifter

 Your rhymes are worn like an old man's slippers

 Used to have a seizure still edgin up my gold teeth

 Headin down you to go with Rich and get some protein

 I'm ??? giving bones so you're chokin

 I get biz every time I blow smoke and

 

 [Biz Markie] (Can you feel it)

 Blowin smoke, bee

 [L.L. Cool J] (Woof, now you're cut loose)

 

 Rip off the hand, open up your ears, listen

 Got a fat joint, just peep it while you're sippin

 Bringin on beats, keep you movin till your neck snaps

 Got the greenbacks like skins with the big racks

 On a hit streak like Joe, Joe Di Maggio

 Take you to the limit every time that I gas a hoe

 Say what you wanna, say the minister's oblivious

 Dropped dead weight, yo, now it's time to get with this

 Rip the micro, torch ya like a pyro

 Toss ya in the trash like a horse meat gyro

 I won't front, let you know that I'm packin

 Check up on the wall the gold records that we stackin

 You're kinda young like a tight suede jacket

 Ain't a crooked thief but I mess with the racket

 Breakin down on a break Daddy Rich broke

 The wax spins round, I blow smoke

 

 [Chorus]

 

 Blow smoke up your ass like a manager

 Hotel bar butter smooth while I'm havin ya

 Soundin kinda crisp like a portable DAT, y'all

 Heads swell settin up for the big fall

 Hittin up heads like a barber with the clipper

 Hip-house hip, yo, but I got somethin hipper

 Swingin like McGillah, fill a pocket full of currency

 To be or not to be, that is Shakespeare tragedy

 Handle like ??? shootin like a pistol

 Pack it like a heavey by the name of Travis Bickle

 Blowin like the Bad Wolf, send you to the cheap seats

 DJ Daddy Rich, he got the mad beats

 Keep it in the gutter, so you can't be mad at me

 Listenin to 45s of Cannonball Adderley

 Ain't the dancin fool, I don't jest, I don't joke

 I just grip on a steel and blow smoke

 

 [Chorus]