Here we go...
("Okay everybody...") ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song")      ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song")      ("Step up to this")
("Sing my song")      ("Step up to this")

Yo Stud, bust it...
Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival.
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival.
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks,
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac.
Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic; rehearse, ya know.
Smooth as Jermaine, so honey don't take it personal.
There's no need to try to diss the swinger,
baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger.
The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid,
you try to step to this? It's void!
A new hit from the Grand Man, with nights like the Sandman,
gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out.
Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve,
it's possessed with finesse, and it works when I breathe.
Paid in the shade with 
Catenated lyrics

Catenate casualtiesChained up in the cellarMother told me not to cryThe foul stench of the cellarThese days are not forgottenFact is : I'm now in controlMom and Dad are gazing casualtiesHumanoidChained up in the cellarDecomposing parentsGrinning in the shadowI wonder if they felt my painOutside is waiting fresh meatInside is burning blind hateWhere would you rather beLured down into the cellarNew blood drips on rusty 
an A, that's the grade,
with the papes that I made from this trade.
So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
if you wanna cash in on the wins.
Grand Puba and I love to hit skins...
("And you know what?")

("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Here we go")
("I've got a song to sing") ("Oh bay-bay!")
("I've got a song to sing")...Follow me now.
("Okay everybody") 6x

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler.
She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er.
Before I have to play her is a foul way,
and catch a quick short stay at the Holiday.
Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads.
Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed.
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise,
even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg.
If Pu ain't the answer, then you must be sick as cancer,
smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer.
So come take a dip with your *private dan
The Life Of Riley lyrics

Lost in the Milky Way,
smile at the empty sky and wait for
the moment a million chances may all collide.
I'll be the guiding light,
swim to me through stars that shine down,
and call to the sleeping World as they fall to Earth.
So here's your life,
we'll find our way,
we're sailing blind,
but it's certain nothing's certain.
I don't mind,
I get the feeling
you'll be fine,
I still believe
that in this World,
we've got to find the time...
for the Life of Ri
er*.
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty.
But I'm looooong...I'm like Stretch Armstrong,
I go, on and on and on and on.
Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'.
Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen.
Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts...
but now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts.
Arise to respond for the Max-well,
ask well, hell, it don't even matter.
Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter.
"Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter."
You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter.
The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out.
Huns that I've done always seem to pass out.
But hon wake that ass up, this ain't the place to crash out.
You try to play me?  I have to throw that ass out.
Foes and hoes, good riddance.
Cuz when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'.
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop,
Tell 'im fade the size, let a wolf on top. (?)
Reel and reel and soul to soul.
Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe.
It really doesn't make a diff, I'
In Over My Head lyrics

I park on a side street

Slide up the back stairs
Knock on the door and whisper `It's me'.
Step into the darkness

She waits in the shadows -
Oh she's so wild
willing and free.

I must be crazy comin' up here again.
She's got me comin' and goin' eatin' out of her hand.
I should be far
far away
But I'm layin' in her bed instead

And I'm in

In over my head

In over my head.
Yes
I'm in

In over my head

In over my head.

I've never tasted lips any hotter
A
m not the type to riff,
I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff.
And ya don't stop...
("Okay everybody")...now I'm-a end it like this:
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker,
caught her on looker, know where I took her,
to the short stay, around my way,
and like Monie say, "it was the perfect way".
I caught a verse from the Christian, and it goes "Praise the Lord"
Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored.
From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood,
and if you like the way that this flows, well that's cool.
See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'.
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Back up, sonny, and let me make my money,
then I'm straight, I got a date at 8.
So see you brothers later, time to motivate.
Yeah, now bust it...

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers, Lord Jamar, God Allah,
Derrick X on the flex, and Alamo.  And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who
pumped this.  And I'm-a say, yo, peace...