[Intro: Redman]
Ay, you already know what it is, n***a
Lemme tell you something (Fuck that)
(Ay, fuck them Gilla House n***as)
Ay, what you talkin' about bitch I'm a pimp
(Ay, fuck you) You goddamn right
I'mma do it like this

[Verse 1: Redman]
I tie up my Air Nikes, prepare for the mic
Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turnpike (VROOOM)
Get at me, the Doctor is fine
Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime
I ain't lyin', I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe
Wanna be hood down, I'll recruit ya
I talk with slang, that swang like Slick Rick chain
King Tut's my new nickname
I'm at the Knicks game when it's on
I get Nuggets so I'm there with a Carmelo uniform
I jerk to a porn then I'm off to work
Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt
Expert got the Draft not Miller
I hustle my flows like weed you know the bags got bigger
N***A! Boy a puss
If the pen run outta ink, I kill another octopus
Got the house like Dane Cook; Red, L & Pete Rock
The pressure make the wiz blow on the teapot
Since 19, I had detox
I was rockin' Reebok's, copying the Human Beat Box
Now I'm from the East Side all grown up
Places I played in, n***a, all sewn up
I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden
On a thousand foot screen in red monkey JEANS!!
[Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')]
(Ooooh weee)
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get fly, n***a la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get live, n***a
(Ooh wee)

[Verse 2: LD]
Hot damn ho here we go again (Let's Go)
My God damn flow buries hoes & men (Yup)
I got grams, yo stereo was in four rush
Too rough for your scary flow to win (Yup)
Heart stop when I'm barely going in
Might as well start singin' like Mario & them (Yup)
So what's the scenario again?
Pete Rock, Funk Doc, yup, here we go again (Yes sir)
I stay high like a guy who supplies in the sky
You probably gotta fly just to buy (Whoo!)
Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45
Probably be a legend before I die (Die!)
You wanna see me pay?
You wanna freestyle? Freestyle's for the CBA
Brook n***as wanna be me, ay
I'm down with the King, got soul like VBK
[Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')]
(Ooooh weee)
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get fly, n***a la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get live, n***a
(Ooh wee)

[Verse 3: Pete Rock]
I be tossin' & flossin', my style is awesome
I grind in my house like Rosario Dawson
Got a studio up in the crib
My very own Hit Factory/D&D/Quad
As I reminisce over you, my God
(Jump) to the sounds of the Soul Brother #1
(Jump) all around like Everlast & them cause... your boy back, man
I'm sick of this bubble gum rap with a soda on the side
That these labels & the radio is feedin' us
You ain't gotta eat that stuff
I'm speakin' off the cuff
Cause a brother like Pete don't really give a... (Damn)
Been a classic since Rakim was rockin' a fade with a half moon part and
Big Daddy Kane was writing for Biz Mark and
I don't really think that you little n***as wanna start
Listen guppy, you swimmin' with a shark, you a puppy, I'm a big dog
Somethin' like Pete Rock the invincible
Plug it into you, make it all official
Check 1, 2
[Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')]
(Ooooh weee)
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get fly, n***a la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get high, n***a
Best believe we get by, n***a
Best believe we get live, n***a
(Ooh wee)

[Outro: Scratches "Fire!"]