Treat 'Em Right

Nineteen ninety, Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a pocket full of green The green doesn't symbolize I made it on the top But Robocop last year was a shock The tone of the Popeye cut shook your butt Kids are screaming; the media says, "What... kind of music is this for you to dance to?" The man with the plan and the man demands you Leave the smack and the crack for the wack Or the vile and the nine; keep a smile like that Leave the knife and the gun in the store and ignore temptation, sent by the nation Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef Hawkins And you're walking You don't just run Black on black; remember that; it's important Anyway the shunless one brings forth the fun No hatred; the summer's almost done No time for sleep Jump in your Jeep And pump up the funky beat a whole week Beeper goes off yo smash it and trash it You're too young to be plumped in a casket Just get your boys and bring the noise And just swing it And party people, sing it Treat me right I'll treat you good Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man "Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam? "I'm his number one fan, yes I am" All these kids realize that I'm the man Six foot three and maybe a quarter of an inch bigger Than last year, but still a unique figure Rob Swinger, Doc No, Dinky, and Hot Dog know That I'm a man who was born to have a mic on Next to me at all time; ready to kick a rhyme That will keep me out of financial bind That's why when it comes to fans I'm never mean Kids on St. James between Gates and Greene Always say hello, cause I'm a modest fellow Never try to play a super star that's hollow Cause if these kids don't go buy our records We'll be has-beens - and plus naked So we owe them, to pull out your pen Sign an autograph; you might make a new friend So just get your boys and bring the noise and just swing it And party people in the house, sing it Treat me right I'll treat you good Party people in the house, listen up I'm the man with the plan and the man rips it up Peace to Howie Tee, good lookin', gee Swinger, Hot Dog, Doc No, Bud, Ev Lover, Dinky Fish and chips with the hippy hippy hips Before the tune ends, give me some lips (ah!) Sanity Crystal, my niece And Lady Kazam, my homegirl, peace And leave the guns and have fun; out! And oh yeah, sing it Treat me right I'll treat you good Break Well coming back To nineteen ninety Chubb Rock jumps up on the scene with a lean and a hardcore dream The dream wasn't crafted to be pornographic Decency started from the crib, plus kids Don't need to hear all of that on the rap The strength of my vibe placed Chubbs on the map Cause authority, seniority goes far My staff gives autographs plus gives nuff laughs Read my mic, heed my sight, and definitely lead you right Just treat me right Peace Treat me right Treat me right Treat me right