[Verse 1: Stepa J Groggs] Who's the black sheep? I'm the black sheep No pounds for these mutts just puttin them to sleep If my rhymes were to weak I'd put in my 2 weeks But there's never no quittin I'm more Quinton Going on a rampage on this damn page Think you can flow ok? lets get it on Every bar I write it's like I'm swinging in the octagon If you say you're eatin then it's your plate I'm plottin on Like, you gon eat your cornbread Life, can really f** with your head That's only if you're weak minded Might get followers on twitter, but when it comes to music Nobody's behind it Because you behind kid,you know a** cheeks? All I want to do is live good and smash beats Trying to stand out stay true and do me, B [Hook: Stepa J Groggs] How you gon rip it like this son? How you gon rip it like that son? I don't play that because its action I'm talkin bah bah cause I'm black son Thats right I'm the the black sheep the real black sheep I'm the the black sheep the real black sheep I'm the the black sheep the real black sheep I'm the the black sheep the real black sheep [Verse 2: Ritchie With a T] Engine, Engine, Number Nine If you spit lets here some lines If you come with sh** thats wack Give it up give it up give it up Give it to me Ritchie on the m-i-c I rip mics well sorta ... Kinda yah not really Skatin these tracks these n***as just pop wheelies If Kanye did it these n***as would rock heelies But me I'm just a black sheep A little bit different but yo I'm glad b These brothas is sweeter then laffy taffy And we ain't gon stop till we cross the map see [Hook] [Bridge] X 8 I'm the black sheep the real black sheep