 I bang with the big boys, those who hold names Amateurs get hung with their own gold chains I swing blades, best bring grenades against a true master Way beyond your freshman attempt, spin rounds on the floor Everything's up to war, it's on to the depth till we settle the score You can never measure to the standard of the most popular demanded Rap classic, pop corks while it's down, knock your socks off Ghetto summertime, got the street blocked off, plus I knock