Pick it up, pick it up (4X)
If you find a bag of weed on the floor [bad word] What the [bad word] you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up (3X)

Verse One:

While I crack a cold Beck's and keep the hoes in check
The double-S vest [bad word] wreck the discotheque
Sit back relax and while my Squad kick tacks
Then tap your man back and be like "Did you see that??"
Ahh [bad word] from the North South East West
Hold your nose and take a deep breath, recess
we bless, mics, three times a day
Three times a night, it all equals subliminal sequels
Strictly laughing at MC's
Lyrics for years [bad word] more than ten deep
Niggaz be like "Ahh he changed his style up"
Shut the [bad word] up, ya still a [bad word] ridah
It's nine-six so get with it
Peep that back-in-the-day [bad word] when that other Squad was Hit-tin
Listen, must we forget, I originated
all that wild [bad word]  that rrraahh rrraaoowww [bad word] That jump up and ready to [bad word] [bad word] up now [bad word] Brick City!! Is where I get down kid
Peace to all my buddah smokers on Prince [bad word] what ya heard, Brick [bad word] [bad word] 
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly [bad word] on deck
Say what? Got some fly [bad word] on deck
Say WHAT? Got some fly [bad word] on deck
PPP got the glocks and tecs
And Def Squad always got some fly [bad word] on deck

Verse Two:

First of all, MC's be on my balls, straight up
Pubic hairs and everything, lick the whole plate up
Bay Area, roll up your Las Vegas
To all MC's, I love it that you hate us
Drop skills that might send wind chill factors
Back through Patterson, J.C. and Hacken-sack
Step uncorrect and get blackened
The assassin, find da MC's by the jazz men
I don't tote guns I tote funds
While you still puzzled how my [bad word] Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it
Still wack if it came out my mouth and I spit it
You remind me of school on a Sunday
No class, beatin all King's down
doin over seventy, in a Hyundai, blast
Give em a good reason to open Alcatraz
Back, nobody got the Red shook
Been a weirdo everysince the doctor said PUSH
Def Squad skills make it hard to overlook me
That's why them hardcore promoters still book me
You shook G... word up... hah hah...

If you see a bag of weed on the floor [bad word] What the [bad word] you gon do
Pick it up, pick it up
If you see a [bad word] passed on out the [bad word] ground
What the [bad word] you gon do
Pick her up, pick her up
I keep it fly y'all
Fly fly y'all (5X)

Verse Three:

Aiyyo, don't ride the [bad word] of these real MC's
We pull Joints like Spike and blow crews to degrees
Then we buy G's with a half a pound of dope MC's
We bag for cheese just to get weed
Smoke indoneez I'm milky like Magnese
Oh-seven-one-oh-three, rest them car thieves
Guzzlin quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch
at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah
Where was I? Oh yes
Sippin on Cristal with fingers up your [bad word] dress
Don't play close cause jealousy make folks act loc
Another [bad word] smoked from impression
Second guessin my verbal weapon, you're lettin
Spit, sixteen [bad word] equipped
And I still walk around with the hooked up
Motorola flip on my hip, [bad word] the government
Drop [bad word]  it's a microscopic topic
How I stay mo' big than McDonald arches
And uptown got the la-la spots
And bad [bad word] hoes with 54-11 Reeboks
But still, I walk around with the grill
Cause niggaz be blinded by this hip-hop [bad word] for real
I ain't havin that, I'm clappin [bad word] [bad word] this rappin [bad word]  I cause accidents
To any, MC who wonder what got in me
To get busy, it's simply Ginger and Remi
It don't stop, Def Squad crew is hot
Fillin up your brain with supreme octane, and it's on
*static from radio surfing*