Livin' off borrowed time, the clock faster That'd be the hour they knock the slick Dick Dastardly and Muttley sick laughter A gun fight and they come to cut the
I C E cold, to be old Y2G twice to threefold He scrolls, lo and behold Know who's the illest ever the greatest story told
Keep your glory, gold and For have of his niggaz'll take him out the picture The other half is rich and don't mean Villain a mixture between both with a twist of
Chase it more beer, taste it like truth or dare When he have the mic it's the place get like, Oh yeah! It's like know what's 'bout to happen Just ya eye out, like, Aye, aye captain Is he still a fly guy clappin' if nobody ain't it And can they testify from spirit
In living, the true Givin' y'all nothing but the like two broads Got more than the church got, Ooh Lords And he hold the mic and attention like two swords
Or even one two blades on it Hey you, don't touch the mic it's AIDS on it like the end to the means Fucked type of message that to the fiends
why he brings his own needles And get more than Doritos, Cheetos or Fritos like Freudian Your first and last to playin' yourself like accordion
When he had the mic you go next Leaving pussy cats like wild hoes Kotex Exercise index need Boflex And won't take the one with no legs like Joe Tex