the mc that grab the mic and start busting rappers' asses? (you are you conceited bastard) Who be burning beats down leaving you with straight ashes? (you are you
Word to mother to my nigga buck 3000 on the boards Holla back, they be killing it know what I mean big boy Know what I'm sayin' ayo ayo Jodi Hey you can
your strut, more glide in your stride If you don't dig that you gotta hole in your soul If you don't dig this mess, you came to the wrong address Because
I'ma be all right, you ain't gotta be my friend tonight (you ain't gotta love me) An I'ma be okay, you would probably bore me anyway (you ain't gotta
yall uh ayo the streets is quick to talk like jin things aint been the same since you left 106 and park remember when them cats hit you with them Chinese jokes you
line, one more rhyme like Peruvian fine I can keep you down, or get you high You like the blow, like Boston George? You want some more, for you and whores
back, scream AYO When enough is enough and it feels like No matter what you do, nothing ever goes right If you feel like me, let me here you say AYO [
feed my cherished wind Buried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon, excuse me Your welcome, may I? ohh, I'd like to nod but no you may not Let's take
'up And leave they ass silent The word you the herb niggaz clowning Polishing they knuckle game bashing your mouth in Thought you was thugging but now nigga you front-IN Screaming you
you clear while you cats talkin' riddles Snake and buck at me, if you did I'd say you got lucky Trained to tread through land to get muddy Ayo, blood
line, one more rhyme like groovy and fine I can keep you down, and get you high You like to blow? like boston george, you want some more, for you and
say that you back You never left you was always years ahead of the rest My baby-father even felt your style, he say you was best How you dress, how you
future sound, here without further a due You don't see us but we see you Either your here to teach or your here to be taught If you don't plan to get
P to Casio Your jams ain't deaf, you ain't fresh, you're so so If you don't know us by now you'll never know You set that mood when we groove and prove
gran puta Who you fucking' wit? Bitch ass nigga you ain't running' up on shit Talking' like you gonna bust yo clip Nigga you ain't no fucking threat You
mighty a man you've ever seen spitting amphetamine To all those congested, my job raw never clean A toast to the uncontested, murderer I mark your mistake as soon as you
high beaming in your rear view Get out the left lane before I steer through Ain't even trying to hear you It was important 'til you thought I feared you
on and on and on [all]:you keep on, and you don't stop [starang]yo, it goes on and on and on and on [all]: you keep on and you don't stop [starang]