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//