I'm Biggie like son loyd, I drop 25 pounds off like
roy jones doc gon take ya belt
I dont box in the ring I leave rings around ya hotel
and ya wife curse when you outta town
I'm like first trough I dont pick I choose
NBA Nothing But Ass is hitting my pool
I'm lying I'm broke behind like Tony Junk
in the MO all my gunz be up like funcy thug
I'm a galean I even gave cali tone
cause I was born in Bricks from outta rally bunch
This is Hip hop its like its meat
and I play to finnish it strong like Mr C
this weed you talk about you popping bring em out
you smell like chronic is cause of el' in ya mouth
we be kicking ya a** D12 on the dash
while ya car is a VA splash
When I'm done with mic 3A hashinin
J heard the verse He aint mad
I vanish area the size of soccer field
Red handicap rockin with doctor shields
I got balls I'm above the law
my style sparks got the stash with a custom track
there aint nuttin to fear but fear itself
now le mme introduce you to the feel near my belt
I be uptown whattup Juelz Santana
I be in the Hood like Taliban Bandana
You want Redman can catch me on camera
cauze I am so cool cool cool
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What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?
Yeah Its Gilla House Motherf**er
What more can I doooooooooooo?
I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu
I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue