(Yo...these motherf**ers, man. They don't know...what I go through. Let me show you, man.) Yo, let me show you how I'm livin', dude I just copped some Reeboks, that look a lot like prison shoes I'll probably never get the glistenin' j**els Or stay in a mansion in the Hamptons, takin' dips in my swimmin' pool I'll probably never have an MTV interview 'Cause I'd rather sit in my room trying to bend a spoon It's the skinny dude, but I'll let the semi shoot Aim the beam, that thang'll squeeze like lemon juice I've been sniffin' glue ever since I learned to curse I like to stare at girls, and I burp in church You can say that I'm a worthless jerk But what's my dirty shirt have to do with the fact I spit a perfect verse? You heard it first, I hurt the Earth with the sickest rhymes I'm on the block with the rock n***as, pitchin' dimes Addict be scratchin', askin' to get in line
Prince Ea in the hood like crooked signs Give me time and I promise you that I'll stamp The game with my name, 'cause a lot of these n***as can't You on that ganja or some powerful lookin' plant 'Cause you not sick, you put the thermometer to the lamp I abolish these n***as' camps, or any f**in' colony I'm goin' crazy, maybe I need to find a shrink 'Cause I'm a nice Emcee To prove it, I'll write it on the inside of ya eyelids so you reminded every time you blink These rappers nowadays are pure comedy I like rivalries, but go 'head, try to beef I gotta gat that's astonishing It'll clap, and make you go back like a time-machine Everybody wants to get signed, that's fine with me You want the finer things? You wanna be a star with the cars, the ice, the bling? Well I'm the Devil in the flesh motherf**er, you should go ahead and sign with me... (Sign with me, motherf**er)