Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme somethin else) Aiyyo I mad hoes (Yo lemme hear somethin else) I'm a big dog big dough (Won't you say somethin else) Yo man you fuckin up my flow (You got nothin else) Man I got somethin else (So lemme hear else) My got bagette diamonds (Won't you do somethin else) I spit rhymes with perfect timing (You could try else) you can't stop me from shinin (I'll spit it myself)
P] I'm on my way to ASCAP so I can pick up my I ran into a Jacker nigga hit me with flows He didn't I had a mind to just bloody his nose And let the blood pour on his white clothes
Chhhh.. Nigga! You don't wanna with me My name ain't Pakman for nothin, I'm gobblin Chhhh..
P] Damn yo, I wasn't tryna take it there Lemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, it clear He started goin on about a big Benz How he stayed jig, and smoked chronic up his friends He doin it big and got unlimited I met the nigga, I seen him walkin up with his mens Stop frontin shorty, tell you somethin 'bout the game It's a line, from being wack to spittin flames You gotta represent you be writin them lines be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya rhymes I'ma let you in but yo you gotta be quick I gotta go, and the shit you nigga, better be slick He gettin busy, I was noddin my head Then he it all up and said some shit that I said Stopped rhymin 'cause he knew he shouldn't have that verse Lookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the Yo, how you bite and try to be top shelf Better get ya act together, lemme hear else
I give you grievance than a nigga possessed by demons Walkin on ceilings, chasin white lot Tony Soprano, takin meetings With a psychologist about his emotional and his dealings He even talked about how to alcohol out of orange peelings cookies in a plastic bag gettin crushed by a buildin was until Canibus puked it ill cannibalistic, animal instincts Instant lyrical fitness, could you handle the You don't enough wisdom The man who gives resistance, the quickest, it's simple physics I get "Southernplayalistic" and pimp Put my big dick in mouth and smear they lipstick Come here you bitch! Tell ya man if he don't spit a hundred I'ma him in his big lips Spit quick, like 6B tip-tronic is equipped with a nitrous-oxide flipswitch If you hate me, why you recreate me With those imitate me and emulate me? talk about me so distastefully lately But never break me, they underestimate me Me and the Killer P, and get crazy with G-A-T's I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't wanna me I do 1 over a A-F-B No if's, A-N-D's, or A hundred ain't SHIT for a true emcee THE FUCK UP! You should be ashamed of yourself I ain't heard nothin I felt, hear somethin else