[Max B:] They say I'm the greatest No, they trully do, they say I'm the greatest Grease, what's good baby Oww Oww Oww Know we got this thing goin' on
eat his last taqeto Wishing for a bank account with at least 2 zero's Playing ball all day Sharing one Gatorade No dogs of our own So we walked Bear and Jane Playing B-B
mon [Psycho Les] I go uh ah off the snare drum It's Big Psych long time no hear from Bangin tracks out so wax out your ear drums Max out prepare to blackout
lead me to it [Open Mic] My microphone of omens dismantles opponents components In moments leaving you and your cipher with my condolence When I'm heated to max
so take advice from me We spent a long time comin, and we travelled a far great distance even greater than those between a star Sit back, max and relax
from A-1 They doin it like that down they bitch ass The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker! (All day smashin) There go Max and that nigga Parlay LeVitti the R&B
eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length
!!! [break] You're get,get,gettin' real stupid As the beat hits your body get ill!!! You ain't dumb you paid dollars to party go off!! The girl you're dancin' with has got great
[feat. Max B] [Max B:] I always knew when I was small (knew when I was small) I'd grow up to be a G, G (Yeah) Took 25 grams, grow it up to be a key
in to max in the cut Keep the great world spinnin and Violator is my team Staten supreme, I'm the "Microphone Fiend" [Eric B. and Rakim scratched in] [
Should've saw the bright quasars Make the Earth look like the moon under the night craters He battled cats that looked like Mad Max Swung his lyrical
remains the same To the end of time I think I'll remain I think I'll just stay [chorus] A b-boy, standin' in my b-boy stance [8x] From the top of
hardest, Lil' Troy, Bay-B. Doll and R-Dis We top notch, we taking over that's a promise bitch Wanna know me, look me up under max anonymous [Hook x3]
want me up inside 'em Ride 'em, cops come, I'm gon' get them bricks and hide 'em Pull 'em up out that sofa, put 'em up in that dryer [Repeat] [Verse 2:] You are nothing, with no Max B
Brooklyn niggaz chill Comin' from the Stuy, then you oughta chill It's AB slash pimp, Don Pro shit 09 the takeover this is my year [Chorus: Max B] Ya
the "B-Boom" bumpin' Fa real, 'll knock you clean up out ya seat How ya wanna get it? Straight, from the man, the one, the gutta, the great, the raw and
speak like a sl*t I'll stick an old b*tch with a wet crotch all holdin they cotch F*ck her til she's dead in the pot Got a great pick up line Honey would
A-Plus is famous - so get the anus! [3] Hey miss! Who's there? I'm through there No time to do hair; the flick's at eight, so get straight You look great