[Intro]
  Yes my name is Clarice
  My husband I think he is fuckin the Avon Lady
  that comes through every day
  Could you tell me how can I not be a stupid bitch?
  {Fuck the mail man, you stupid muthafucka}
  
  Where my bitches at?
  
  Chorus: Lil Dap (repeat 3X)
  
  These stupid muthafuckas wanna fuck with me, fuck with me
  And get that ass torn up see
  Cuz my success, rings from the top of hip hop
  One day, will rule the game, in the game of hip hop
  
  {Lil Dap}
  You 3 times around the world, were we plannin the mark
  Settin the art, niggas gettin torn apart
  Cuz my CD flow through your blood stream yo
  Cuz niggas is shook to see a little nigga come back
  Blowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks react
  Let's take it back, in the Group Home talkin with mack
  These hoes with tracks, can't fuck around with Lil Dap
  Yo 30 minutes to war, and we ready to get it on
  These bati boy, jet like niggas beefin for rap
  Grab my nina from the back, smack that shit outta her black
  Ready to attack, Group Home is strong like that
  Watch your back, cuz you made it on like that
  
  Chorus 3X
  
  {Melachi The Nutcracker}
  Aiyo I break date, concentrate on how to make
  One million straight, by the Y2K
  Eight mob, puttin suckas on their jobs
  People got robber trying to flash jewels at bars
  Roster farayan yellin "Go select a"
  I'm the Nutcracker, and you know I teach ya
  Comin from the burks, of street regulator
  Rhymes out the ash, I dig in my stash
  Punks through the dash, cuz you get slashed fast
  12 O'Clock mass, kneel down and pray
  Like my man Ray, I got the right one ba-bay
  So say what you say, or say it in my face
  I'm like an open case, with no clues to trace
  Face your defeat, I would like you to meet
  This punk ass clown who walk down the street
  
  Chorus 2X
  
  {Lil Dap}
  Yo niggas really don't wanna fuck with me
  Stains like jeans, to tear that ass out the front key
  My history of rap, got me comin back with the gat
  I sing on tracks, my ghetto audience they react
  When I rap, these 89 niggas they bring it back
  Like dippin in the club, you and your team you rub a dub
  Press prenub, watch these niggas run the fuck out
  Without a doubt, I hope these niggas ate there pea sprouts
  Comin from Brooklyn, yo we explore to get it on
  Comin from different boroughs and we flauntin the shit
  If these niggas try to act up, we be packin shit
  Diggin the drop, the dread set watchin this
  Walk the streets, serious, but understand this
  My halomic swing got them kinda lost in The Source
  These are the days, the 90's and we got to get paid
  On my niggas, we shine like diamonds on a ring
  
  Chorus 4.5X
  
  [Outro]
  Straight like that, straight like that
  Uh, straight like that