[Hook] So you gotta vibe with the rhyme and take your time with it Little rhymes in my mind, I feel them vibratin' (X4) [Verse 1] I'm not even in it for paychecks But if it's studio time, know that I pay less I'm 8 cents short of a dollar, that's '92 I'm trying to grab some RAW papers and face that I'm safe s**, strapped up with a big homie I'm pissed off like someone just pissed on me I ball hard, ball hard, Cuttino Mobley I must be joking, I run up clocks and hit the zone 3 It ain't nothing to my competitor If it bleeds we could k** it like Predator Getting green, yeah more green than Federer Better get your cheddar 'fore all things are getting worse 'Cause I think we're at a standstill These fakes feeding you garbage, like landfills
Dropping knowledge on there heads like an Anvil Take an Advil, lay back and Chill.. (Hook) [Verse 2] Im in a low-pro fix Nobody can see me in the old school whip Backseat chillin' with the low-low tint Packing cones for my bro, but it don't touch his lips I was speaking as a dedication From the moments of his resignation Everytime I place rhymes on a line so divine that I gotta think of him to do greatness I'm betting everybody hates this Better yet, i'm betting none of you have made sh** So why're you speakin', I will weaken any weakling any weekend any day of my shift, sick.. And I'm on to the next, comatose a victim by the german suplex And I don't give 2 specs of this earth what you're worth man stay complex