Aiyyo my wrist stay froze (Lemme hear else) Aiyyo I fuck mad hoes (Yo lemme hear else) I'm a big dog with big (Won't you say somethin else) Yo man you fuckin up my (You ain't got nothin else) Man I got somethin else (So hear somethin else) My got bagette diamonds (Won't you do somethin else) I spit with perfect timing (You could try somethin else) Yeah you can't me from shinin (I'll spit it myself)
P] I'm on my way to so I can pick up my dough I ran into a Jacker nigga tryna hit me with He know I had a mind to just bloody his nose And let the pour down 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 even tryna take it Lemme hear somethin in the ear nigga, make it He started on about pushin a big Benz How he jig, and smoked chronic up with his friends He it big and got unlimited ends I just met the nigga, I him walkin up with his mens Stop frontin shorty, lemme you somethin 'bout the game It's a thin line, being wack to spittin flames You represent when you be writin them lines Don't be a FUCKIN millionaire in every one of ya I'ma let you walk in but yo you gotta be I go, and the shit you spittin nigga, better be slick He started gettin busy, I was noddin my Then he fucked it all up and said some that I said Stopped rhymin 'cause he knew he shouldn't have said verse Lookin stupid as fuck, for that nigga it was the Yo, how you gonna and try to be top shelf Better get ya act together, hear somethin else
I you more grievance than a nigga possessed by demons Walkin on ceilings, white lot speedin Tony Soprano, takin meetings With a psychologist about his emotional and his crime He talked about how to make alcohol out of orange peelings Pink cookies in a plastic bag crushed by a buildin was cool until Canibus it With ill cannibalistic, instincts Instant lyrical fitness, you handle the distance? You don't have wisdom The man who quicksand resistance, the quickest, it's simple physics I get "Southernplayalistic" and chicks Put my big dick in they mouth and smear they Come you stank bitch! Tell ya man if he don't spit a bars I'ma bust him in his big Spit quick, like 6B stick-shift Bitch is equipped with a nitrous-oxide If you me, why would you recreate me With those that me and emulate me? They about me so distastefully lately But that never break me, underestimate me Me and the P, and P-A-C get crazy with G-A-T's I'm a B-E-A-S-T, you don't race me I do 1 over a A-F-B No if's, A-N-D's, or A hundred bars SHIT for a true emcee SHUT THE FUCK UP! You be ashamed of yourself I ain't nothin I felt, lemme hear somethin else