Bronx keeps creating it.." -> KRS-One {cut and scratched}
  The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
  "Bronx keeps creating it.." -> KRS-One {cut and scratched}
  The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
  
  Aiyyo I said yes yes y'all-n, to the beat all-n
  Always been no peace so I never like to ball in
  But I maintain and keep a grip on the mic
  And say a punchline that'll get the crowd hyped, RIGHT
  I never could determine who's the best
  It was either KRS or that nigga Lord Finesse
  But now I maintain that's with my own career
  Joe gettin gold dough or somethin wrong in here
  Cause everybody knows I got the skills to pay the bills
  Plus I got the flow cause you know +The *Hit is Real+
  What? Top notch, I give you nuttin but the raw talent
  But don't fake jax and make me have to get violent
  You wouldn't like it when I flip the script
  Cause when I flip the script, my glock can have an empty clip
  Yeah, straight from the Ave of Trinity
  I hate it when a juvenile tries to prove his masculinity
  I got the whole vicinity locked down
  Police hate it, look what they done to Tupac now
  You make me wanna blast or somethin
  But for now I keep infiltratin these crews that be frontin
  And all these other MC's be hatin it
  Because the Bronx keeps creatin it, rock on
  
  "Bronx keeps creating it.." -> KRS-One {cut and scratched}
  The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
  "Bronx keeps creating it.." -> KRS-One {cut and scratched}
  The bigger nigga from the Bronx, Fat Joe!
  
  Aiyyo I'm comin on de dance with de spliff of sensei
  The name is Fat Joe and the crew is BDP
  Ninety-three, was the year that I debuted it
  Representin, for all my niggaz gettin booted
  Now who is the number one +Boricua on the Set+?
  When in San Fran' I go check Sway and Tech
  Otherwise I live the real live back in the BX
  Known for transformin on rappers like I'm Jesus
  You didn't know I order hits and what not?
  Don't make me have to let the dogs loose
  and hear the two-per shot, BOO-YA
  Ain't it funny how nobody really cares
  One minute you're here, the next minute you're under there
  Word to Christ, I put out your lights
  Every stripe's precise, K.O.'s in all fights
  Fatal like Joe with this murderous flow
  The Bronx keeps creatin it, you know how that go, peace