[Hook x4]
Yah word up
Hooooaa, haha
Haaaaaa (Iz he for real he can't be)
[Verse 1]
Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news
To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes
That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin'
Drunk enough to start a campaign on a** kickin'
With my n***a Keith who give a**ists like Scott Pippen
For MC derelict whippin, cap or co*k twistin
Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got
A real representer co*ked for action like my block got
Rhyme sk**s three and a quarter for them drop tops
Your caliber, straight up p**y who pop Glocks
While I kick facts react on funky tracks
Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat
And if I snap get that monkey off my back
Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright
Toast to the real MCs that can feel me
And if your b**h ain't jumpin now then later on she will be
All these weak punk MC's k** me
They don't thrill me, come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill G
[Hook]