[Big Shug]
Yeah the motherf**ing jig is up, n***ah
Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-a** n***as
Word is bond..
It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot
I be rocking you and socking you like k**er robots
I'm too hot
But I refuse to cool down
'Till they rest my black a**
Beneath the ground, I get down
For my underground sound
Pushing lyrical weight n***ah, by the pound, for real
I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear
(Yeah Y'all)
Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies
Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me
Hip-hop today is like a big magic show
One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' ho's
I'm trying to grow like my dick in the morning
It's a new day - matter fact a new f**ing dawning
While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep
Shug done turned this whole sh** back to the streets
Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat
Now I push the ford truck
To extort the weak
Thought you broke away clean, I caught you
Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real
You hear shots, I bring shots
You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, p**y
In '99 you get stepped to
f** your silly weak crew
And your mugged up boo, for real
No more faking jacks, or faking jills
We know all about those manufactured sk**s
Even chickens is spitting harder
Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?
Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn
Coming straight out of Murder Pan
While I'm sh**ting on you spitting up
Letting you silly f*ggots know, the jig is up