Public Enemy #1 lyrics

Verse 1
Tom Gist:
I got problems, naw, I'm no flossin'
Notice in the lobby, there's no high raw
No jobs so I'm forced to be a nemisis
Notice on my door, them days lead to premisice
I can't be a straight dude
My girl said "There's something in the oven nigga, and it ain't food"
Sometimes I wanna slap her fuckin' lips off
Went to see my P.O. had to drop this off

{Woman singing}
You tink all a bum bum
Yuh know dis to all Jamaicans
Yuh nuh live in Solomon fashion, ya know
Tell me seh one ting Nancy can't understand
A one ting Nancy can't understand
Wha make dem a talk 'bout me ambitions
So I make who dem a talk 'bout me ambitions
Cau' me seh some of dem a ask me where me get it from
Ta some of dem a ask me where me get it from

Verse 1
Cam'ron:
Who be gettin' 'em movin' about 6 of 'em boothin'
Dominicana, Boricua, love the lips on the Cubans
Mexicana mmm, mean switch when she movin'
I be up in the Heights right in the mix of the fuedin'
I keep my toolo, cuz I'm no foolo
Espano mas o menos but tu queiro culo
She said "Ooh you fresco" I said "Boo but I'm fresh though
Let's go, sexo, tu bece webo

Hook:
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cuz you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's
Y'all little dudes couldn't hurt my style
And you got birds, it'll make it worth my while
And I mean-mug cuz you don't deserve my smile so
Been into plenty drama
Flame it like Benihana's

Verse 1:

Cam'ron:
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie (Ruger)

Hook
Camron:
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching

Verse 1
Camron & Hell Rell:
(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Teterborough

Let's do the Eastside one time
Metro North, Eastriver, Wilson, Club 99
Jefferson, Charleston, A.K., Jackie Rob, Clinton, Taft, Carver
Lakeview, 199

Killa
'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend over
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big liver

Verse 1:
Uh, yo
Her shoes straight was hooker
Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar
I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke
She said she hate a pusher, I said I hate a booger
A snotty attitude, she laughed, I purple haze and kushed her
My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble
I'm havin' woman problems, it all began in Harlem

Verse 1:
Uh, Killa
Harlem World, '89, black Jordans they were mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mine
Baby my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime)
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know, hater time, cat food, fancy feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats
Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy Street