How to Be a Player soundtrack

* a `97 update of Boogie Down Production`s "I`m Still #1"<br><br>Ha ha, yo, yo<br>My man Keith Murray, is down wit us<br>My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit us<br>My man Lil` Jamal, is down wit us<br>My Def Squad click, is down wit us<br>The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit us yo<br>My L.O.D. click, is down wit us<br>We`re number one!<br>Ha ha ha, ha ha, yo yo, yo well yo<br><br>It`s the Red Moolie, yellin for the villain in the movie<br>I`m like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece<br>Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough<br>I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def<br>Check out the rhythm that I cook up<br>You too scared to look up, you`re merkin<br>I Set it Off like La in that big-ass Suburban *errrr*<br>Bumrush your villa then I`m closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT<br>Who`s next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz<br>to the South South Bronx, the bizarre rap non-superstar<br>of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar<br>Flip a quarter, heads or tails you`re gettin slaughtered<br>I blow the S-L boy out of order<br>My mental disorder is pure water<br>I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land<br>while the CD program`s on `Whatever Man`<br><br>My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh<br>My peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh<br>My peoples in New York, is down wit us<br>The housing projects, is down wit us<br>My people who be hustlin is down wit us<br>Cause makin funky music is a must<br>I`m number one!<br>Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go huh huh<br><br>Aiyyo, throw yo` hands up in the motherfuckin air<br>And wave em, until y`all cash flows hit the pavement<br>Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S<br>Signed truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.<br>Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees<br>on the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles<br>be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties<br>on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics<br>The Muddy Waters be blowin your tape recorders<br>Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)<br>Track, cool out black got no time for scratch<br>You wanna battle, here`s a lyric with a bomb attached *pssst*<br>These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through<br>his windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral<br>HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it`s a<br>widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero<br>With tinted windows, so it`s hard to look through<br>Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu<br>Don`t snooze, you`ll be like damn is it the shoes?<br>The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school<br>I been a raw dog since I brought me an eighth<br>And Can`t Nobody Hold Me Down like I`m Puffy and Mase<br><br>Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo<br>Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us<br>My nigga Meth-Tical, is down wit us<br>Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo<br>Yo, my homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo<br>That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo<br>My dog Warren G, is down wit us<br>We`re number one!<br>Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo<br><br>Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo<br>My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo<br>My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo<br>Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo<br>My peeps in Virginia, is down wit us yo<br>North Carolina, is down wit us yo<br>My peeps in D.C., is down wit us yo<br>My peeps in...