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 [Chorus:] 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