Stiff on you baby— like Stay-Flo on you baby. Think you got problems now? Watch me make ’em way bigger. You thought you could play out in these streets all day. But I got somethin’ for ya— bites harder than a Georgetown Hoya. I could show my hand, but I don’t think that’s in God’s plan. So I walk away fast— makin’ sure this time’s your last. I run a strict program— that’s why they call me The ‘Dam. Find yourself outside, lookin’ for your pride— ’cause I’m stiff on you baby, like Stay-Flo on you baby. Keep it crisp, keep it tight, and we might be alright. I’m true to this game— you already down by three. Don’t ever think you got one up on me.
