This is not two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop Not that skinny bitch Cameron she's hot Not those Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie Now I'ma that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it In and out the booth, hot like we to sound Now who holds the crown? Yo let's it four ways I'm always, be Spain and Norway (RZA)] Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter fler Fr dessa snubbars Jag silar p scen Det r vad dom nr jag har gtt Vad dom skriver p nt Hur jag lt, hur jag var Vad jag sa, var jag bra Var jag keff, var jag Var jag aight, var jag Var jag nice, var jag Var jag alls Var jag kung, var jag (Fuck shit) Om do diggar min stil man (Nigga, that shit) Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck my whip fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck this clip off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin' Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Flamed the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline And we bust shots like we cowboys and Indians Yo Let the world witness real shit 'bout to go down RZA program, N.Y. mixed with sound it's laid, history already made We broke gates across waters, across lands, borders Remember my F-to the E-V-E-N Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya to kin In act two, this is my chance to blast And my G-F-X, yeah remember that too here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X) Nigga-nigga-nigga Down here on the ground, we niggaz up We break shit down, yo The God Rzarec' is known breakin' specs attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a of the lunar and polar, German luger holders Best to the fuck up, my mag buckin' up The could stop Mack trucks so don't act up Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the harrier Sip of the blackberry, I might marry ya There's a lot of that separates y'all from me I'm in touch with the streets, reply to me If I'm by my people there's no why in me A real fighter, maybe a young Sly in me I'm like that Spanish Rocky, a bit cocky Me around ya girl, y'all could where that cock be it's not in my pants, not in my hands Y'all could look at it like, I her hot in advance Jag ser ett finger I ett Vi tar till Det r likadant, hr ditt prat I publikhav Jag mig sjlv mitt shit sjlv Slashar mitt vl in cash varje kvll Stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, G p I ett svart kldesstll Jag r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jvla Jag r som en formel ett, fast I en jvla bil Let me more, spit more, kick more shit I'ma hit more, more than Clark on Dick I'm a bit sharper than Bronco whips You talkin' this, don't the Miss that's killin' this Down here on the - ? (repeat 6X)