how can u be harlems finest when u the worst
to ever spit a verse/comin' off soundin' like fred dirst
ya styles headin' for a hearse/cuz it's already in dirt/
i should compliment ya moms for raisin u,cuz that shit must be hard work/
to have her first born son walkin' round sportin' a purse
lookin' like an anerxic A.J. mix'd wit free in a terry cloth shirt