Craig B - That's the n***a (a.k.a. That's the Rapper) lyrics

Say, KL, we gon' lay up there and kick this b**h raw Ya heard me? Like some of that old Parkway sh**, n***a Microphone check (what), check one Microphone check (what), check two Microphone check (what), check three Microphone check (huh), check four What chall n***as wanna do, how yall wanna do it? Huh, check one Kick this sh** raw Ghetto fabulous (5X) That's the rapper (8X) Turn your head towards your a** and say bye bye From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya Nothin but the Fi-Yi-Yi Eardrums snatchin champion Chief Rhyme Buster till the day I die I say I lie b**h I'll be f**in on your grave singin ay la ba I'm throwed off, I'm two scoopsm I'm coo-coo I crew screw your Froot Loops, poo poo in your Fubu Yall n***as remember what happened to that mosquito Tweety tweety MC, sweetie I'll read ya meter Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights Move you out, cut your gra**, watch your kids, f** your wife Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscuit and orange juice puddin' Come and take me by the hand and walk ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your draws off ya Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns What is the actual f**in meaning I come in this b**h, when I leave out this b**h this b**h be leaning It's been like that since way back I used to rock 8 track before I rocked ADAT Concepts going stay fat, concerts goin stay packed Ownership's goin stay black, n***a this is payback I scraped and scruffed and crawled until I'm established Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabble in my tablet Proper proper droppin somethin decent Yall n***as is as f**ed up as Santa Claus for Easter I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin And the only way to stop me is call the people for me f** them people, I'll f** over you if I have to That's the n***a, that's that ba*tard That's the rapper (15X) Ghetto fabulous That's the n***a (8X) Who dat what they say they can't sell, boy? They the 3rd ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all For yall I rock all of my pauses by heart Guitars on these boys and get down and go off All sides get high when they ride to my words They mine and they high when I'm live in concert Stop what your thinking This ain't no show 'less I'm up in it I don't need nine or ten n***as rappin' with me I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin s**ers lose thier stomach They lose their clout, their cool And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions And fine fabrics Like a man my money and my p**y come automatic You don't want no static with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full speed head addict, vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that rapper That's the man, that's the rapper That's ghetto fabulous That's the rapper (5X)