If you think you wanna try me Why don't you give me a try Cause I be rocking like this until the day I die They call me Gucci (Gucci Gucci Gucci) My name is Victor May, I'm like The Train That Could And I'm the best who ever come from my neighborhood And if you ask me where I'm from, I'd have to say New York But it's Larchmont City where I love to walk When I was a shorty, used to walk through the canals Swimming butt naked with the rest of my pals I had healthy dreams of my college life I made it till Wally got bit by a cockroach Got kicked out of school about 8 or 9 times but I'm still at the crib Writing around there ain't nothing wrong with the way I'm thinking Don't smoke no drugs don't do no drinking If you think you wanna try me Why don't you give me a try Cause I be rocking like this until the day I die They call me Gucci (Gucci Gucci Gucci) I'm the commander of rhyme, chillin' all the time MC V, that's me, yeah, one of a kind I'm oozin' back-to-back, I kill suckas, that's whack And I'ma shoot you on the spots on your back (believe that) Grab the keys and rhyme, assumin' they're mine Boastin' rap after rap, and one at a time I'm like the girlies who brag, I do a party, I'm staggered If a guy was in a dress, I'd probably shoot that fag Oh, I'm a dishe with joy, I'm just a toy TFS is the ace, I'm down with you, baby boy Just chillin' on the ice, coolin' in the shade And if the record stops playin', I'ma still get paid My condition is true, from me to you When I'm down (down, down) with the Gucci crew They call me Gucci (Gucci Gucci Gucci) Like Freddy Krueger when I write I got the fingers of death But there are a million rap swingers I'm the only one laughing I'm a rap type (terrorist) old time (confederate) you mind it down? (Sure) Well I'm a baddest I'm the spookiest to spook it With milk I eat my cookies if a sucker starts talking I'm a tame daddy rookie I'm as juicy as Jones Cool as a sickle you say you wanna buy them? Pinkies, bags, and tinkles Some rappers try to take me they don't know who I am I'm MC V you bunch of suckers I don't give a damn And I'm as good as gold and you're as good as told And when I made this jam it was good as sold They call me Gucci (Gucci Gucci Gucci) Repeat your question Repeat your question Now TFS is his name and he's always ready He wants the beat because the beat's so steady He's always ready, willing, and able But we never let the 40 touch the turntable I'll leave it up to the DJ to score So come on, just correct, let's go, let's go (let's go, let's go)