Crumbs to the floor 
Bums off the wall 
Stage lamb they're sure I hate ya all 
like a real brawl 
One to the two, two to the are 
E to S-E baby pall 
Doin my thing with my peeps 

I bounce around the city like I was a personal check, see 
I'm only runnin with niggaz catchin, dayroom wreck be	 
Keepin it real with appeal I gets filthy like I'm dirty 
Straight up and down you'll say that them the niggaz seven thirty 
What nah, bumba claat babble like you got to say 
Neither one no got jack, then me not come to play 
So move it away I say before you can't move it away 
Black Sheep, aight? Black Sheep, aiyyyy! 
Iiiii, oweee, who? You so 
I'm rockin it on the regular I pick it up like a fro 
and your radio's fly when the Sheep's on the dial 
YOu flaunt it and freak it and flip it, freely with style 
On top of the pile, funky laundry, for Ron G 
Crazy shout out to papi pop, and Kanji 
Keepin it tight making it right since I left 
Though it was never wrong, don't hate me cause I'm def 
I'm just 

Bubblin brown sugar (4x) 

Plop, plop... fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is 
To be the epitome of an MC, gettin biz-E 
after are, are after D 
S at the end yes y'all it's me 
No need to doubt it, New York's got my loyalty 
Boogie down astoundin sound representin royalty 
Oop-a-daisy maybe, opps-a-daisy 
Boots upside the head of niggaz who played D 
Emblamin like fluid I'm keepin bullets like you threw it 
Tip-top, hip-hop, Black Sheep, new shit 
The brown bubblin down to rip it on the double 
and it's been three joints everybody thinks we"re smugglin 
Ahem ahem, yeash well you know me 
I put dope inside your vinyls, cassettes, and CD's 
A shoe-in when I kick it in the Bronx like Danny Branko 
My flows dodge trucks when I pickup like a Bronco 

Bubblin brown sugar (4x) 

Yo, I save the drama for my mama comma for your comedy 
With a condom for your momma when she's up on top of me 
I call it jealousy and you can call me hoe 
Cause I was hittin bahbazahsn that you're never gonna know 
Alls well, that ends well, here's to welfare 
And friends that confront, and lovers that care 
I get down Uptown from dawn to dusk be	 
Takin the whoopin streets like I was Billy McCluskie 
Fuck retro, nineties in Harlem you'll get wet bro 
Get low, or you might need assistance from your head hoe 
Dolo wreakin havoc on your phono the igniter 
I'm smokin cheeba sonny, I run with street fighters 
And I'm not hearin your noise fearin your boys playin with toys 
I'm crashin with a passion trashin and smashin decoys 
Bright lights in action, yours you'll beg my pardon 
Cause you can't be a Harlem player unless you play in Harlem