Prelude

[Big Daddy Kane]<br>Huh, huh, huh<br>Mister Cee, are you wit me, uhh<br>Mister Cee, are you wit me, DIG IT<br><br>Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh<br>And put that rough talk on the shelf<br>You talk all that robbery shit, but it`s lame<br>You wouldn`t steal first base at a baseball game<br>Never sold drugs, you never was a thug<br>But you`re talking ying-yang like as if you`re in a gang<br>I mean for goodness sake<br>The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak<br>You wanna question me and all the words I say<br>Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day<br>I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya<br>And if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters<br>By time I get through wreckin your jaw<br>You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore<br>Why should I give up for gangster contrast<br>When I can rap about gettin some ass<br>To prove that I`m a gangster only brings me trouble<br>But the proof that I`m a lover * sound of a zipper *<br>It`s that easy but still you insist (yeah)<br>That I do this (what?)