Uh..I got it (Neyo)
I put in the street that sell quicker than weed, I spit it raw like Im flippin a key I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
I got pure for the fiends give u more than a breeze, thru ya blood stream quicker D, I got what need (Satisfaction Guaranteed) I got yall need (Satisfaction Guaranteed)
Uh, its they been waitin for
I put the whole world in a dope fiend and still leaning, a many away from the game they still fiendin My hustle and flow, sound like C-notes, smoke like a pound hit the like key-notes I bag it up and get it crackin in clubs, go on like Im trafficking drugs
(I got what need)
Who want musical narcotics, they all got it, product will sure profit when yall cop it Any hood or any city Im in, any slum Im in, my custom is come again Spit flow by the like a Columbian, my shipments go out then bring the money in Like supplies the product do the pra bricks, go out my way, so biters cant dupe what I spit Like Freddy told Priest in that superfly flick, playa u got some superfly shhhhhh
Uh, It ain't a city I moving weed in, the world wonder my product got em hallucinating Droppin heaviest rhymes known, to every flown, keep it poppin until its clockin in every time zone Uh, time is money, my is hungry, its for my dudes and my dime honeys
(I got what need)
run up in it mass where I been, nothing get em high as a bag of Rakim Im red like Canadian, cuss wit a Opium touch a fat piece of hash, soap with some dust I got it so good, I got the whole hood smoking it, coke kill for the flow to cook coke in it The new form of crack, turn to fanatics hip hop hands to attacks fiends hit off that DJs cut it, let the streets step on that, still a hundred percent pure King Herons
I got a bout a Mamis that call me they ex love cuz I kept em ex thug and Fd up like sex drugs They never come futuristic high; I leave em, spaced out so they can kiss the sky Its like Budda, Mamis say, man is he blessed Pac to push a man in a They wont relapse no indeed hes back, my rap natural aphrodisiac Im a key to a user, piano to a dealer, liquor to a alcoholic to a piff of chocolate The gospel, for the ghetto so spit the gossip, is he Moses to drugs, either way its a Call me your drug lord, commandments you hooked, its the King pin every day I get a book Playing my surveillance tapes, I'm hot on the streets, even cops on the they call copping the heat
2X (Neyo)