[Verse 1: A.G.]
I’m buggin’ on how she let me beat it all crazy when I knew her for a hour at the most – God Damn, that’s the life
Then I hit her cousin named Roxanne and Roxanne never heard of Kangol or Mix Master Ice
Oops! Went too far back – they keep comming like we selling crack, arm and hammer, bars and grammar
(it)’s the cook-up, look up see me in the rear view – soon I (‘ll) be in front of you – give’em a clear view
I’m wyling – use different styles on albums and a box, dress’em up without a thousand islands
Y’all little niggas like Malcolm before Malcolm – never wishing on a outcom – my pain, my glory
D. I. ’til I D-I – won’t change my story
Not see(ing) who came before me is major corny
Like Phil I can feel it in the air
My tears cleanse my soul – grab a hold of my fears
Why is he just? Grab a hold of them years – 360 months – 30 flat
The clap on this track take me back – Hip Hop in my blood is where they raise me at
God I wanna rap – so he made me that

[Hook]
Young with style – ruthless and wild
Running around – spending money having fun
Some got burried while others went to jail
Running around – spending money having fun
Young with style – ruthless and wild
Running around – spending money having fun
Taking it light, chilling, checking out girls
Running around – spending money
[Verse 2: O.C.]
I’m wyling cause
Right after the show, proud of tearing down the stage
Profusely sweating bullets – rocking the show with ‘A’
Pretty young Debbie was stressing – we get to talking about rappers, did she ask; ‘who is Big Daddy Kane’?
My purpose being here’s cause of those before me
Growing up I used to play the corner, guzzling 40’s
2-5 on my chain is how I used get in clubs, back in the days
But bouncers would bat you down!
I got a dozen niggas with me – my ego’s foul, ready to start shit yelling out “Brooklyn’s in the house” (yeah, thanks)
Ground photos, word to mother, posing like Slick Rick – crouched down on first album cover
(?)rum(?) with coca cola on – I’m not talking ’bout soda (what you talkin’) – Beneton with (?)emeleeze(?) on
Le Coq Sportif, mommies with gold teeth, and El Productos we used to roll ‘n’ chief
I used to get it in with Grethchen, who had this connection with these dreads – bubbles and case – for her they had affection
And I realized later it wasn’t only her smiling
It was the power of the P. U. S. S. (son, you wyling)

[Hook]
Young with style – ruthless and wild
Running around – spending money having fun
Some got burried while others went to jail
Running around – spending money having fun
Young with style – ruthless and wild
Running around – spending money having fun
Taking it light, chilling, checking out girls
Running around – spending money