Well, I'm the imp, the dimp, the ladies' pimp

The women fight for my delight

I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs

That shock the house for the young ladies

My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time

I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime

You feeling brave, nigga? Go ahead, get gully

See if I don't leave your brains leaking up out your skully

GTA3's like The Sims to me

A real life simulator 'cause that's where I be

On the street, packing heat, car jacking, head cracking

Taking duckets from the pockets of the bourgeoisie

So jump up and down 'til you break the floor

Yo, we keep it underground like a basement tour

East coast reppin', stretching out to L.A.

Not 007, but we Die Another Day, what?