1] Chino, in Indian: Murdering bear Come fuck me I put shotgun shells in your ear Out of fear destroyed my carrier Have left But I will have my revenge in lifetime or the next I road rage, walk in a slow pace Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular place my art with a leatherface, you must be kidding I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm bitten But I've been a billion bars of dissin for any rappers dead or livin that ever heard since we was children My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my the fastest For Shakespearian actors: "Chino shall your asseth, When I spithed acid" ... yeah freestyle was tight You better rhyme of the head good, you can't read or A bittin' kid get twist if he front, no publicity stunt His life flashes by his eyes quicker Black History Month What!
(Chorus) Yo' Who the star on WB? would be me! Who the mami's think is so would be me! Who the illest nigga outta Yo, would be me! Who your wife he let fuck her for would be me! Who get ass shot dead in the street? would be me! Who stand damn near six three? That be me! Who got lyrics, and plenty money? That be me! Start and see the illest papi, yo' what would be me!
2] Yo', Yo' You wanna be a soldier but ain't it right Try me... detectors going off for the rest of your life No matter how it gets, I rather be a soldier in my own blood Not a coward in my own Focus!... What the fuck you niggas I roll with killers that more time in the pen than ink Don't even blink, and turn your voice down a Or start for studios that's wheelchair-accessible you a vegetable, trust, I have the on your FUBU sweater standin' for "Fucked Up By Us" We into beef now Grill holds back a Lee nail You yell as you hell You wanna E-mail she males train of thought derails Lost dog, the details: I make you you on a beach how I make you SEE shells/Seashells My L.A. airport was infamous, I whooped ass the entire five flight three hour time difference
(Chorus) Yo' Who your girl made you pay to see? That be me! Who the only on WB? would be me! Who the think is so sexy? That be me! Who the illest nigga outta would be me! Who wife he let fuck her for free? That be me! Who get ass shot dead in the street? Yo, would be me! Who press about three fifty three? would be me! Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what be me!
3] Yo' I ain't from Atlanta but leave you outcasted/+OUTKASTED+ And blasted, all up like Schwarzenneger's accent You has been, I you apart I spit from the you iced out... that's how you slid off the chart Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a beast No peace, big Chi the police calling the police I Aziz, omnipotence I shine in its open We ain't scared of we wanna go back Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in the of your spine More Columbine and Palestine combined, Forty-eight track Half spic, half Sex to the media my number listed so my beefs can find me easier In you ain't dealing with me I'm Rican and I got enough relatives to buy me platinum living with me I never will be, overthrown... I'm Like the fact that baby's mom is Angie Stone What!
(Chorus) Yo' Who the only on WB? would be me! Who the mami's think is so That be me! Who the illest outta Jersey? That be me! Who wife he let fuck her for free? would be me! Who get your ass shot in the street? would be me! Who damn near six foot three? That be me! Who got lyrics, and plenty money? would be me! Who bench about three fifty three? Who writes hits like That be me! Who go to war like Yo, would be ME! Who carry gats he crazy? would be me! Who getting' rich still lyrically? That be me! Who never street mentality? would be me! Who let you cus you comedy? That be me! Who bring that star energy? That be me! Start drama and see who for Jersey, yo' that would be me...