[Verse 1: Treach]
Once again, it's on
Where I'm from there ain't no picket fences pick it
Straight [bad word] so you pick it my sticky finger was a Glock
Many dash for the fast cash, but I like the cash to last
So I rap till my [bad word] collapse
I'm never trouble but if troops [bad word] and jam me
You Remind Me like Mary then I'm scaring your little projects
On the prarie I'm hairy and hot like Dougie with a smokie
So I boo-boo, just like Fu-Schnicks I'll say F-U-2

[Verse 2: Chip-Fu]
A-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bibbedy-bong-gang ultra-king
But BBD boxing up yang, giddy-up
Didduh-duh, didduh-duh, didduh-dum dum dum
 [bad word] again and again a Ku-Fu vomit
Gosh, darn it! Like we're lyin' to bits
The John-John Jacob lyrical shaker
Yes and Jengle-ma-heimershmitz
I sings my lyrical style from Flatbush
Quick to Greenwich Village
I'm strong to the finish
When I eats, me spinach
I'm one of the lyrical flava
My [bad word] Foxx is stompin [bad word] 
Check my dum-dum-dum-dum-dum and step

[Verse 3: Freddie Foxx]
Now I been breakin rappers down for a while now
Now it's time to break, chow
Rappers get chopped like the head on a fat cow
I'm Mr. Microphone, rappers can't [bad word] around
I'm Freddie the Foxxx I'll brake it back and buck em buck em down
You know my rep I got a record like the turnpike
When I was young they use to call me Freddie-burn-mics
But now they call me big Foxx, daddy boot-knocks
With burn marks on my hips from my twin Glocks

 [bad word] 
(Queen Latifah) I got flava for days
(KRS-One) Flava unit has a title Repeats four times
Roll With the Flava

[Verse 4: Queen Latifah]
Now it's about the time to put you out of sight and out of mind
I got the skills to blast you off the mic and out of rhymes
Now who the [bad word] am-I-a?
The L-A-T-I-F-A-the [bad word] sire
 [bad word] in on time
You wear a silly grin we like we do when niggas in
We gotta practice so scalp the hairs off your chinny-chin-chin
The Flava Unit's got my back, so I'm quick to start [bad word] 
Get the short end of a bat, cause we beat him broken sticks

[Verse 5: Heavy D]
I-guy-guy-guy-guy-guy bet you never knew
That I could flow I flew I grow I grew
I blew up the spot, I'm sippin my props
And now I am just passin through [bad [bad word] rigid [bad word]  the one who's quick to figure
Some think they're big, but the heavster is bigger
The funky flip-flop flava unit, my hip-hop neigbor doin it
Came to the studio, check my flow, and ran right through it
I bet you thought I [bad word]  I came
I'm never done till I'm done rippin [bad word] like a shotgun, ohh!

 [bad word] 

[Verse 6: D-Nice]
Now ladies, what's my name? (nice)
That means it's time to go
I'm the same [bad word] from it's time to flow, so
Some might have dissed the way I flow it out
Niggas need to throw it out
Simply cause it's somethin you don't know about
So watch the Nice man shake the ground
And now I'm Rollin with the Flava cause
The Flava's what I'm rollin in my sound
To make you get down, rippin the sound from J.C. to Uptown
Now

[Verse 7: Dres]
Now if you got a nine, and you got a nine
And you got a nine, and you got a nine
And he got a nine, and she got a nine
Well it's a motherflockin party yo cause I got mine
So bust it the Black Sheep are (where?) here (where)
Here (where) there, everywhere there's a Jeep
There's a Sheep beat beatin up the air
Graphic as illustratin [bad word] like waitin
The Sheep are a joke? [bad word] you playin
Yo I drink twenty forties, smoke forty blunts
Say a hundred rhymes and not sound like you once
Twice, three times, [bad word] never figured
You'd be triggered by Dres, that R and lookin [bad word] 
Doin it, screwin it, chewin it, well
Done on the weak bun hon can't you tell
Unification cells on the flava flingin
If a Queen has the balls my lady is a King
So long live the King, and love to my Unit
Spoon it and you'll croon it, diss it, and yo balloon it