Yo, I know the streets is Dirty date niggas blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four got options Fuck y'all, can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the droppin' but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a of emergency, it's shockin' I produce that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your it Ride the out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you with? (You) Who the (Wu) commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my and flick it, get the picture
Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, the front So hard the airbags use nasal Jump out, cock the (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved Inform the former the first step was a The next step'll bomb on where car alarm was Chikens run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Farm up I never gotta Soul award lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a car payment off Im a when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga me bags
[Method Lets trick the night Im flexable, they used to call me These big butt bitches get they ass It is what it is, on y'all kids Couldn't live we live I can't be defeated nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the Right? You know the clan and you know the man Meth rock a mic without a Two blunts, and razors in his Slap you and your man in your lobby, call me stick-man When goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be As hard as my erection, kid learn your 'cause what if I to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session?
Let a get into it Lubricate y'all with your "Do-It" fluid I Einstein rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in my games are truest Now im on the highway, it my way With the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' the weather was warm And drop on the streets through zero degree storms And the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no I got them rap fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it Look out! Big is here, hit the button