Steppin' up out the shadows, I equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on (Malika) Yeap, the diction is on Causin' when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the cool, keep the strap up by the naughties trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no bullshit
See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get pimp on Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's strong Wreck it nice and proper, if on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin' for the knockout, believe I'm fits to drop her Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I stompin' Throw up my fists like this when I'm mobbin'
I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five I'm like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I you something good I'm Hi-C Spike Lee within tales from the hood You need it, I'll it, baby, check the size Have you goin' like Mary J. Blige When it's poppin' like this you can't be a Shorty freaks fuckin' beats Adina Howard
My is hard with players and hustlers No toleration, for fakers and Fuckin' me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin' G-15's, Westside scene Killin' the competition while a fuckin' green So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie And I you to know G
We and cuss and kick up dust Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? So the time? It's time to get real Why you bust rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills
We and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to with us? So what's the It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz how I bail
Watch me, swallow this and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and think they can see me? I'm from where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies Bustin' sharper than razor blades, catch it from head to toe If you're shocked, amazed you see me at my stage show For my show beat 'em up
40 Thevz gettin' busy, coast to coast Dogs the most rap, the then rocks 'em up Givin' it up for victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em For poppin' to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin' 'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up I'm bustin' Or get to duckin' I ain't given 'em nuthin' can't get none, so fuck 'em
Let me the motherfuckin' mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight The purse-snatcher pistol-packin' Quick to get it Went from jackin' to to runnin' with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a
I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's a beginner Fuckin' a winner, number one contender top dog Head nigga in charge runnin' with a group of 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Best to put daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that My crew see the dopest and the So clear the or get your punk ass bogarted
We bust and cuss and kick up none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us? So what's the time? time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got
We and cuss and kick up dust Don't of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
I peep game and get Buyin' all the hard liquor, and beedy-dyin' Bitch, you got dealt, peeled cap the other way a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin' For them steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in punches Tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor Hoffman, I be off men often Jaywalkin' your coffin with an eleven shot loss And wrecked that Austin won't soften lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin' lofts men to New and in between So take caution, leave the flossin' for hygeine Mental plus my gene equals nasty young The raps be lung mastered vinyl's virginity
Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a I kick the bass Ron Carter at the Carter C and B came strollin' Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught Figure, your stigma is of enigma So bitch-ass niggaz step like the Delta Sigma Thetas
We don't a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of truck Like robbin' in the paint, think I ain't? crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank I rev like a motor float on a boat to kick a style Like Tical from here to Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the And when it's to rock a mic I won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and to the people My ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle Don't me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I got con in my verse than Chuck And you don't want no motherfuckin' here 'Cuz I can round up a posse like Revere Your whole crew'll get out, turned out, shook out Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out
Fresh out the box Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off And high-top striped socks The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it static With lyrics still as as a straight jacket The last in but one of the first to get wit' cha Bringin' more terror to than a Michigan militia Click, click boom, nigga fuck crew
It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' pissin' in your stage monitor you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You to wake up and apologize Niggaz yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker But anyway, of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my grip tight Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle
Ay man, ay ay, up Wino? Uh, like loc, it's like late, let's get the up out of here Are we out? Yeah, yeah, it it, mad circle bitch