* - this song has no title on the album



(Grap)

I am the one they call the G, the R, the A, the P and

I didn't write this, it's coming off the top of the dome

So what you wanna do and whatcha wanna go home

And tell your mama that I'm one wit all the mad drama

Yes I was causing the movies on 1 East 25th Street

I crossover, honey dips knew it was Harlem wheat

I was flowing on the place to be

Is being the capital rapper, the G-R-A-P

In the place to be wit my man Pete Rock and CL Smooth

Pass the bust a groove and the people begin to move

And get on the dancefloor

Got to move the funk you stinking little hores

And all the hoods and all the punks and all the suckers

Wit this shit I got stupid muthafukas

On my dick, what the fuk, I rock the mic so quick

Wit Adofo in the place to be

And my man Ross is right in back of me

Rob O, good to go

I've gots the F-L-O-W and that spells flow

Wit Chris Champ, oh what's up I'm bout to get amp

On top of the mic and I'm a set an exam -ple

Girls I pull, I got the honey dip, so what's up, my tank is full

Of sperm, I ready to bust a nut

What's up Pete Rock, come get on the cut

Rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular

Listen to me because I cause mass hysteria

Peace