Whattup to all my real n***as!
Whattup to all my real b**hes!
Smoking bones in the staircases gettin' lifted
Whip lash make ya neck bob as you feel it
I don't get along with bullsh**
Oh no no, I am bout' business
Thou shall not bear a false witness
I rap til' I'm ripping, the same ol sentance a psalm
The lord is my shephard I shall not want rhythm
For the 5? what is it that you want?
But dodge them people son, you know the pigs be oiking n***as
Velma jinkies that's a yoinks
I say ride out on em' prove a point
I got points to prove baby, how you doing lady?
I can do attitude that's how you'll make it
Blessed to be so highly favored the vapors
Biz Markie, beat you low key
Nobody in hip hop is built like me
Unless you talking BIG just bring it back to Bizzy though ^
I pullup in a Vic with a silly hoe
She like why they call you sweet dick willy for?
I'm weird n***a, when everything is really dope
Word to my subconscious in the Mac
Alot of these rappers got dough but they can't rap
Alot of em' got deals though (dil*o's) but ain't strapped (cool)
Intact what's under your wave cap
Be glad I ain't mad or it's lay flat
Say Mac how you so cool with it?
Cause' I got head and Hennessy and learned from the lessons they taught in school different
Soaked game and played activision
I'm rude cause the rudest n***a always gets it
Once I exit the cucumb, wake up from the womb
Hear the ba** that go boom! I kick it
Key to every city, I'm bout to give em' held (hell) like titties
I eat good, I like hibachi
Red light green light, can't nobody stop me
Me stops nobody just up jumps ya body
Boom n***a, more bars
Hoes be leeching, arrencars
Hardy har art, you're a joke in a jar
Aim for ya abs, ar (Ar- Ab)
Vibe if you want but no faking the funk
Calm as a monk on a bag full of a skunk
n***as you'se a** like a motherf**ing donk
Master P does not have your CD in his trunk
I am the hip that's inside of your hump
Acne on Dos Equis, but it bumps
Spazz with Pizzazz I'm the rapper you want
Never be on my a** ask for Guidance we going
Check the W.E.B. I'm Dubois (the boy)
Anita bake (Baker) and you bring me joy
Real n***a heezy my souls on a plane
Money ain't a thing, Jay Z and Jermaine
Where they at though, ooh their go the police at my front door
Ooh they ask a n***a bout' a kick door
Said "I don't know" but I did know
But better hop up off my dick you know you getting no info
Blow em' off like some indo
Then get back to my cooking with no crisco
Say Taye Teezy only time I f** with 10-4
And if you don't know, now you know n***a
HAAM