This is what I'm dealin', 'bout to make a off illin, off a hydro Put it on a like they work in El Tambo Here to make a statement, not on game You're gon' catch it the pavement
'Cause all that blazhay, And so from this point on we spittin', yeah, what
My is tight, if not the damn tightest My stay bubblin', how Pepsi and Sprite is I make a bitch jealous to the point, she wanna this I fuck a head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch
The nicest, on one like With pussy running deeper stab wounds from ice-picks Now where you 'bout to take it? I done took it Some more Digga Digga shit man, look in Folks are spittin' unruly M.C's for might catch a hach-tuey
'Cause all blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah,
I push the range on my Pop's Hang wit' cats, who known for making money legal you, spit on purpose just to spite you Heard you like to use your voice, on motorcycles
I clean versions for under aged rug rats I for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at I spit cause I'm in a bad mood For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast I spit, spit, spit and make decisions I spit some for all the scrubs and the pigeons
And best believe where I'm you're a gonner I spit more rhymes than silicone in I spit, spit, spit, for all them jokers at the hall Carrying my daughter on my just to fool y'all
I meditate, say a prayer with my I spit on MTV all the way to your mix tape Like that, I'm the illest with the Crazy like South and hotter than South Beach
'Cause all blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay And so, from point on we straight spittin', yeah, what
I spit and leave you scarred like a face lift I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the One, two, I hit 'em with the Who stay hittin'? Who be straight spittin'?
I the mic and rock it like what I make you write, get tonight, what 'Cause you never heard a honey rhymes like you never heard a honey spit rhymes like In a years, and a million beers Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes
all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay And so from this point on we spittin', yeah, what
When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your Spittin' on of Flipmode and Outsidaz