Right now I'm to show you how it's done, you can Shut down yo, my Uzi a ton, you can down and you can pump it in your system till it Blow out dog, no doubt, I'm bout to
up, anybody who front like he Hardcore he know I stay raw? this is LL competition, they because I Do this drama and truth 'cuz I don't
Play that, and I be up cash since Way put your honey on my lap and make her Heat up, got her beggin' me to it up Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor,
Kill that, her garglin' nuts until I Spill that, you better play En Vogue and Hold on, you wanna Set it off baby Come on, one, come on, come on
F, my flavor's the best A, I get my off all day R, my block, knee all far M, I hold it down wit my man
E, big up to my E Love R, the ill rims on the car S, I repped it, what can I say, son Farmers what, what
Murder, little gettin money on the Hot block, he got the chrome shit up on Linden, at the ice and leather, the way it Blendin', pass the hot Linden from here to
Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane? Here it, and when it to this I'm not a Soldier, I'm a General King I ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga
What now, tell man step up, then watch he Go down, game one, do or die Bedside, even comin' close, nigga Why try, from the to Shaolin to
Uptown, like buckshot said Duck down, you play like En Vogue and Hold on, you know I'm out nigga Come on, on, come one, come on
F, because my flavor's the A, I get my off all day R, wreck my block, all far M, I hold it down wit my man
E, big up to my E Love R, keep the ill on the car S, I repped it, more can I say, son Farmers what, what
No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out, Ice out, me and my man, Little in the Double R, block, lined up wit all the Hot cars, nigga, never be you gotta
Get paid, no matter I do, I keep it Sexy me and my spendin' cream on the Club on Performance Boulevard out in Killa Queens this joint in the tunnel 'bout
One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered Hip hop the money and alah zay it stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a Head ride I'm goin' to Bedshaw
me, I'm the greast MC there could Ever be, you call Def Jam, and tell 'em Hold on, 'cuz major label told me Come on, come on, on, come on
F, because my the best A, I get my off all day R, my block, knee all far M, I hold it down wit my man
E, big up to my nigga E R, keep the ill on the car S, I repped it, what can I say, son what, farmers what