[Intro]
Yeah, check this out

[Verse 1]
You know my mother didn't raise no punk
So won’t you shake your rump to the Philly-style funk
'Cause I've been makin hardcore now for twelve years
You could sell a mil’, n***as still, uh don't care
Because ya wouldn't a gotten far [?]
Ya wouldn't have fly fly bitches in your car
If brothers like me wasn't hardcore
From the door, from '96 back to '84
You come to Philly motherfuckers and you got to see em
We got the rocks and you know we got the [?]
You got the man called lucks makin' big bucks
Standing in the white trunks round squat don’t give a fuck

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherfuckin’ air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherfucking floor
Cause I’m comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
[Verse 2]
You got me reachin' down to my vocabulary
I eat you up like I’m sicker than the commissary
Serve your ass on some toast and some jelly
And turn around and fuck you like a bitch on your belly
And then them n***as always say when ya quittin'
But the same n***as always hoppin' on my dickin'
Or try to sleep on it, or try to creep on it
I might flat become a motherfuckin' jeep on it
Because I'm the S-C-H double L-O-Y a D in'
Come closer motherfucker and tell me whatchya seein'
A cool calm brother, stone to the bo-yo
Old School knows how to rock a microphone

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherfucking floor
Cause I'm comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
[Verse 3]
We got the old school crew for ya too
We got re drivin' B, Cash Money, Jazzy Jeff
I got the S on my chest cause I'm Super N***a
I'm never smaller and you knows that I'm gettin' bigger

[Chorus]
Throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And look around like you just don't care
And put your feet on the motherfucking floor
Cause I'm comin' through the door and I'm still hardcore
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out
So all my brothers down south, can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the east can you turn it out
To all my brothers to the west can you turn it out
To all my brothers up north can you turn it out (turn it out)
Turn it out
(turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
Turn it out
(Turn it out)
[Outro]
Cause I'm Super N***a
Cause I'm Super N***a
Cause I'm Super N***a
Cause I'm Super N***a
Yeah this is Schoolly D, Imma fuck outta here baby, peace