[Intro]
Hell, remember when we was young and we used to go—
Ah
Punch god
No
Remember when we used to say who could do this the longest
Ah
Yo

[Verse 1]
U-N-I, the Q-U-E, the G to the O-D
I said, I go by the unforgettable name of the man called Unique G
Well, my name is known all over the world
To the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I go down in history
As the baddest brother that ever could be

[Interlude]
Y'all crazy and shit
I mean, y'all get high and y'all get drunk and y'all come miles around to see Ol' Dirty Bastard perform
I like your motherfucking style
Yo, I'd like to thank all the DJs across the country for playing my shit
And I'd also like to thank all you underground motherfuckers for keeping it real
But I wanna know who's in the motherfucking house
Is Queens in the house?
Is Uptown in the house?
Boogie Down rocks, are you in the house?
Uh, are you in the house?
Brooklyn Zu in the house?
Shaolin Isle, are you in the house?
To the West Coast, are you in the house?
To the East Coast, are you in the house?
You couldn't show me
Didn't know me
How to be a true MC
[Verse 2]
My advantage on the M-I-C is the slang
That I manifest so you could never hang
Obviously, you know my name by now
I done thrown stupid parties all through your town
Dirt McGirt, that's my motherfucking name
Love to flirt, that's my motherfucking game
They said, "Who wanna be an MC?"
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
See, my style different from yours
Make young bitch wanna drop the drawers

[Interlude]
Fuck that bullshit, Unique (Matter of fact, I got a song for y'all)
You my motherfucking husband
I ain't got no fucking time for them bitches (Somewhere over the rainbow where bluebirds fly)
Fuck that shit, you better come home with me
You fucking, you better bring your motherfucking ass home tonight, motherfucker
I don't got no time for no motherfucking bitches calling my motherfucking house with that bullshit
You got three fucking babies to take care of
Fuck that shit (Somewhere over the rainbow, why? Oh, why?)

[Verse 3]
Style funky, you notice me
Fear no evil, one-man army
Down below when I go, won't go
Throw your hands in the air if you want more
Style is evil like a wicked witch
With the microphone spit, funky as a bitch
Which is which, makes me nasty nasty
Next on the mic, he's the rapper
You want some of the Ason's gun
Shoot the n***a, blaow, reaches no one
Then you know not to touch my ho
My life, living my own fuckin' show
[Outro]
Hip-hop to me is like a place to be
My specialty from me to you is MC (One, one, two, motherfucker)
What? What? What?
If he rock, then we roll, n***as better recognize
Word to my man
Motherfuckin' murder scene, bitch
Yo