I been styled by June, had styles on my tunes So my sense of style'll prove I'm that dude And if you choose, you can install a webcam And she'll be saying "Tonight's the night" like Redman So you a dead man thinking you as fresh as me My favorite pair of J's will prove that d**h come in threes If left up to me, y'all gonna have to learn to shoot Or get a degree that you could only earn at Duke Cause, duke, you be wilding; duke, you be tripping Tried to lick up a duke shoot -- homeboy, you slipping I seen how you kick it; that's the reason we ain't boys for Cause my women be in boy's shorts and your women be Boy George Well, by George, I think he's got it The Georgia Dome will fill on my latest project Cause the Georges on my bills prove we the hottest So there's no sense in being modest We here to feast off the lion's share But it's the dirty game, ain't fighting fair And that's why I use foreign objects Benzes, Beamers when I roll through the projects On St. Nicholas and Convent Looking for a girl who belongs in a beauty contest Torn between going to the convent And talking sh** in the section for the comments Man, these hoes out here It ain't a wonder how they chose out of fear But be clear, that choice is on a cute date You gotta live with em like a roommate Before it's too late, go through a screening process If you flipping the script without a huge deposit Then that movie that you making is truly nonsense It's something made for television I'm startin to realize -- what the hell I'm missing? But with the pieces in position and the team is synced I think I possess what they call The k**er instinct The k**er instinct k** a b**h n***a on sight That got the nerve to even pick up that mic Yeah, that's the k**er instinct Cop k**er Queens where we end things That's the k**er instinct It's the Cons, fool, word