[Verse 1] Started out the night wid a blast Ridin' down Grant's Tomb in shotgun position wid my Tims on the dash, frontin' a little somethin' but ain
[Talking] Yeh, you wild man, you wild That's no place to meet a nice girl You wanna meet a nice girl you gotta go to nice places Like church, the library
[Hook: a sample] He'll lead you on, with his words He'll rob you of your world and he'll sweep you off your feet He'll give you character like an actor
' up our pants sing along Bring it on, whatever, that's how the shit's s'posed to be I been new nice I been since Hawaian Sophie please [Hook] [Verse 2] This is for all my real niggas smokin' chronic
spot Catch AIDS before grenades hit me Respected for my legal hustle But really ain't much of it On occasions told suck a dick Sufferin' from a chronic irresponsibility
[Hook] In a New York Minute There's only sixty seconds But so much can happen in it And time is infinte So somethin's always happenin' While I'm rappin
to turn ya into vegetables gent-ly, ascend-ing From a place not really known to the average man Where emcees get thrown out like extra baggage on planes [Hook] Fudge
[Talking] L-Fudge, L-Fungus coming amongst us like Columbus New York...ain't no hurdlin' in Murderin' burglarin' in Crack fiends servin' 'em in All dreams
Mr. 45] Yeh...are you....ready? What, wildout now, uh, yeh come on, what I see you, you see me, what Right here right now, uh, what 4-5, El-Fudge, Joe
