Prelude - Big Daddy Kane

[Big Daddy Kane] 
Huh, huh, huh 
Mister Cee, are you wit me, uhh 
Mister Cee, are you wit me, DIG IT 

Gangster or prankster, define yourself, huh 
And put that rough talk on the shelf 
You talk all that robbery shit, but it's lame 
You wouldn't steal first base at a baseball game 
Never sold drugs, you never was a thug 
But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang 
I mean for goodness sake 
The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak 
You wanna question me and all the words I say 
Well, you can bring the noise any fuckin day 
I rock a rugged-a-ruff rhyme to besiege ya 
And if I see you at a party, put up your dickbeaters 
By time I get through wreckin your jaw 
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore 
Why should I give up for gangster contrast 
When I can rap about gettin some ass 
To prove that I'm a gangster only brings me trouble 
But the proof that I'm a lover * sound of a zipper * 
It's that easy but still you insist (yeah) 
That I do this (what?)