A+, you know what I'm sayin'

You wanna send some shoutouts to your peoples?

Yeah, I'd like to give a shoutout to

Parkside, whole Strong Island, the East Coast

Bronx, Queens, Manhattan, Linden Place

All my peoples on Parkside Militia keepin' it real

My man Crazy Sam, Russell Simmons, my moms

Kedar Entertainment, the Smith brothers, my whole label

And everybody out there supportin' East Coast

Alright, and this is A+

Now you should get his autograph, sweetheart

'Cause he's about to blow up

Hit 'em with some flavors, let 'em know what you about

Yes, yes, check it out

Know what I'm sayin'? A+ (Take y'all to the next level)

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride

A+, no doubt he'll turn your party out (Check it out)

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride

A+ (A+), no doubt he'll turn your party out

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride

A+ (A+), no doubt he'll turn your party out

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride (Yes, yes)

A+, take y'all to the next level

Confession (Yeah), we give it representin' our section (Nah)

So guys took the shorty for the East Coast resurrection (Yeah)

Destruction of the wack emcee

We gon' get back on that tip like it used to be

Now, who remember when emcees couldn't touch the mic? (Yeah)

If they skills wasn't tight, then they best took flight

Prepare for combat (Ha), wield the contract (Ha), let the labels front

I be like Wu-Tang and put the joint from out the trunk (Word up)

My situation is mad tight, so corny emcees take a hike

Before I ignite with the dynamite (Blaow)

And blow your crew away just like McVeigh

I get you and hit you with the Parkside Militia

I gets iller than any disease that's known to man (Man)

Destroyin' race of rappers like a Nazi plan then

So A&R, stop teasin' (What?)

Before we (What?) flip the script (What?) like a female pit when it's matin' season

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride

My position is to elevate, take y'all to the next level

I'ma show y'all how the East Coast ride

A+ (That's right, this the man, yeah)

Okay, now peep the situation (Yeah)

My manifestation is to rock the whole creation (Ha)

Despite all the negativity, the publicity

It really ain't that hard, God, it's simplicity

So I'ma maintain and let it rain, let it rain (What?)

And just like the Methical, I could bring the pain (What?)

I had somethin' to say so high class pulls the track out

I'm 'bout to blow the spot like the '77 blackout (Ha, ha, ha)

Seen rappers come and go 'cause they had no flow (Yeah)

And if you ask 'em who was who or her, I bet you they don't even know

Now who's that wack emcee with all that mouth? (Where he at?)

I'll rip 'em in New York and work my way down south (Take y'all to the next level)

I'll beat a troop with leather, non-fiction, never slippin'

Emcees, they gon' learn if it take a verbal ass-whippin'

My tolerance is gettin' short (Ha)

So, rappers that can't walk the walk, grab your tape and escape from New York

A typical night on the streets of Hempstead

Drinking, drugs, gambling, just hanging out

Not the place for kids

But this is where the kids are into the early morning hours

The idea of having a curfew in Hempstead is just that at this time

An idea, but the people here on Terrace Avenue say if enacted

It won't work, and they say for the police, it will be a nightmare

Here come the juvenile child with the Luger style

Lyrically cock back and load, bring a cal

I'm mad but cats are jumpin', I try to stay humble

The snakes by the gates of hell want me to fumble (Woo)

I use my third eye, G, to see the unseen

'Cause real little brothers like us come clean

The streets envy, yeah (What? What?), he was frontin' like he wanted somethin' (Some kid, some kid)

But through his shirt, my third eye saw his heart pumpin' (Yeah)

We be the realness for those who can't feel this

Your joint is weak, so take a seat while the shorty speaks

I gets deep, speak to the streets

Big up to all my peeps in the backseat, the fat G's

Peace to the hardcore juvenile crew (What?)

Always schemin' on the blunts and brew

Try to maintain, hold your truth 'til we get the loot (Ha)

And next time, think about your life before you—

Andre, get your ass in this house