Right now I'm to show you how it's done, you can down yo, my Uzi weights a ton, you can Beat down and you can pump it in your till it Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm to
Smack up, anybody who like he Hardcore don't he know I raw? this is LL competition, they fell I Do this drama and truth 'cuz I don't
Play that, and I be reepin' up cash Way back put honey on my lap and make her Heat up, got her me to beat it up Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor,
Kill that, have her garglin' until I Spill that, you better play En Vogue and Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off Come on, come one, on, come on
F, because my flavor's the A, I get my off all day R, wreck my block, all far M, I gotta 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 what, farmers what
Murder, little gettin money on the Hot block, he got the chrome spinnin' up on Linden, at the ice and leather, the way it Blendin', the spit hot Linden from here to
Mary, you think you hot, Cool Ever Here it, and when it comes to I'm not a Soldier, I'm a General crack I ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga
What now, tell your man up, then watch he Go down, one, do or die like Bedside, even comin' close, nigga Why try, from the to Shaolin to
Uptown, like buckshot said Duck down, you better play En Vogue and Hold on, you I'm goin' out nigga Come on, come on, one, come on
F, because my the best 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 nigga E R, keep the ill on the car S, I repped it, what can I say, son Farmers what, what
No doubt, take your block and air it out, stay Ice out, me and my man, Sharp in the R, whole block, lined up wit all the Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you
Get paid, no matter what I do, I it Sexy me and my team cream on the Club on Performance Boulevard out in Killa Queens this joint in the tunnel 'bout
One O clock, they them raw, not the watered down 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 better call Def Jam, and 'em Hold on, 'cuz another major label me on, come on, come on, come on
F, because my the best A, I get my off all day R, wreck my block, all far M, I gotta hold it wit my man
E, big up to my nigga E R, the ill rims on the car S, I repped it, what can I say, son Farmers what, farmers