[Guru talking]
  Yeah, heh-heh, it's time y'all..
  It's yours truly in the house, you know me
  Baldhead Slick, that's right
  That nigga who been puttin it down for years
  Spittin fire
  That's right, holdin it down in the streets
  Fuck the industry bullshit
  Switchin up from sweatsuits and kicks, to gators and slacks
  Spittin nothin but pure facts,
  Plus I got my clip with me this time
  and we aimin at your head punk
  Ill Kid Records, New Milliennium duckets
  Snatchin the cheese from right under you rats noses
  
  {*samples*}
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
  "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
  "When the mic's within my reach..."
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"
  
  [Guru]
  Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure helps
  I keep it tight like army boots, to ensure wealth
  I meet suckers everyday that rhyme, they say they rhyme
  Most of them, corny as hell, won't get paid a dime
  Alotta these punks, they all sound the same
  They all sound lame, fakin like they down with the game
  Against me they'll fail, I'm like the black Frankie Hale
  I leave 'em slumped, and they body dumped over the rail
  Show me respect, then cut me a fat check
  You little niggaz are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet
  Wet behind the ears while I been spittin darts for years
  Don't make me embarass you in front of your so-called peers
  Them fools gassed you in the first place, dirtface
  Cocksucker thought you had wins got suck in the worst place
  And that's when I, attack your fears
  Cuz I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here
  
  [Chorus]
  It's me little homey, Gangsta B
  Head Slick poppin off and it's thanks to me
  Have the check in the mail to the bank for me
  Flagrant chief, cuz that's how my behavior be
  It's me gettin stocks and bonds, runnin with lots of dons
  Don't buy the chain if you can't cop the charm
  Me and my peeps carry lots of arms
  Where's our money? Where's our money?
  
  {*samples*}
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
  "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
  "When the mic's within my reach..."
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that"
  
  [Guru]
  For the dough, I'll lay you out with no remorse
  You'll get tossed, legs and limbs lost, just for tryna floss
  I don't give a fuck if you think you're the man
  You think I give a damn? You better think of a plan
  I come through, like gangbusters to bang and crush ya
  Cuz the fake cats that you hang with are suckas
  One phone call, death to you all
  Picture me scuffin up my new kicks or shoes in a brawl
  Any problem with the law, I'll beat the case for real
  Beat you in the face with steel, leave you so you can't taste or feel
  For the cash, I'll take you out and your whole staff
  Have you lookin funny as hell, but I won't laugh
  It's gettin overcrowded in this rap game, so I slap lames
  Who kick phony lip, with their wack names
  I'm so and so, I'm this and that
  You get dissed and smacked, while I counterfeit your stacks
  
  [Chorus]
  
  {*samples*}
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "You know and I know, I might drop a verse"
  "When the mic's within my reach, I don't mean to preach"
  "When the mic's within my reach..."
  (Ladies and gentlemen!)
  "When the mic's within my reach" "I'm nice like that..."