Happen to be, somewhere, on Madison Street//
With a walkman and a tape deck,
I take checks and make bets...

on who the livest one spittin is,
That brova on the corner gettin his//
without federal, state tax,
and all them other dividends,
dippin in, timbs is cinnamon Rims glistenin/
Him-him-and HIM fell victim to lost benjamins,
saw it on the porch, chillin wit one of my women friends//

Many men