Intro:
Yo, i seen them motherf**ers out in the street
Them p**y a**es
(man, f** them n***as anyway)
Hood rats and those fat, rolly polly punks
Keith murray:
Yo kel (what up?) yo answer this question
Why are we the nicest in this f**in' profession?
Kel-vicious:
Yo, it's um, simple philosophy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d. (yeah, yeah)
Aye yo 50, (what's up?) answer this question (what's that?)
Why are you the best in your profession?
50 grand:
Now when i'm creepin' on a b**h m.c.
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
Keith murray (yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (what's that?)
Why are you be the sickest in this profession?
Keith murray:
I been all around the world hearing the wack m.c.'s
It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
(aye yo) ask yourself the very same question
Why are we the wickedest in this profession?
50 grand:
I'm breaking back with def squad constantly
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
Any n***a want to step, get busy
Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
Kel-vicious:
I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker
My jams be getting stronger
While your sh** be gettin' weaker
Now kel be playin' kids like the ny knicks
Taking it to your a** with these rhymes and sh**
Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning
Sounding like sh**, off beat with no timing
50 grand:
Now soon as i touch the paper, see you later
I shut your lights off like a blackout
So hit the circuit breaker
I'm the worst trouble you ever had
Vocab like knife stabs
Comin' wild k**in' in a paragrah
Holding n***as ransom, it runs in my blood
Maybe my grandson might be wild like charles manson
Keith murray:
I be the gimmie, the got ya
Been blastin' n***as way before the remix "i shot ya"
The proper hip hopper, fading em in the palladium
And bustin' each and every n***a, bubble in the tunnel
After the sunshine comes the rain
Hold up, wiat a minute, let me back up and just explain
Hook:
I been all around the world
What battle me?
Take this autograph home and give it to your family
All i hear is booty stinkin' a** wack m.c.'s
Stricly doe, ray, me, fa, so, love l.o.d.
50 grand:
n***a your life means nothing to me, challenge l.o.d.
The average n***a style s**s like a hickey
50 g, the m.c.'s brain buster, mic crusher
Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster
Now that l.o.d.'s up in this motherf**er
Leave a known rapper with broken english
Like smooth da hustler
Keith murray:
Some thing make a n***a laugh, make his a** cry
He rolled a seven
I bet it all he turned around and rolled snake eyes
My thinking cap is bigger htan a f**in' sade's
Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades
The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow
I'll k** your f**in' a** and for your crew i'll do ditto
Kel-vicious:
I'll leave a n***a dead, and stinkin' take his soul
Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes
Natural born k**er, iller than the rest
(where you at?) east coast to west
I keep it real kid, i freak the flow until it's naked
n***as get paniced and frantic and can't take it
Hook