One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during the days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block with Spence and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal Now in ninety-three I'm still bein me You think my 'fridgerator ain't full of Olde E? Huh A lot of times I get fly with a suit and a tie Yeah I went from rags to riches but I still rock the saggy britches And I don't try to act brand new Eatin escargots and usin words like "rendezvous" The ghetto life I've seen a lot overcome make a little money and then forget where they came from Livin a plastic lifestyle, you're more false than dentures Don't make me pull your file -- stop shammin!