Brothers wanna know, what's on about the 4-1-1 On the group, and so on and so So what you for, you know what I came for A motherfuckin' war
that same old style Same old song, same old Sweatin' yourself, you're gettin' yo Huh, but you still hang
I'd rather rip, and the flip trip On the mic grip and hit, and then Into I never ever yo You ain't shit Thinkin' all that, you've got
The rep and props but you can't rap talk about a wannabe, never gonna be Ever gonna be, who's see near here, come here child yeah I got flavor, style,
Yo, you compete You wanna my voice, steal our sound Steal my beats, you fuck around I don't play son, shorts do I none
You need help call 9-1-1 Or the Beatles, or Drink you up a cup of Tropicana juice I got more, flowin' a river Yeah, style's what I ya
Shakin' 'em, keep fakin' 'em, make makin' 'em 'em, bakin' 'em, no mistaken 'em Dope, hyper, raw def MC Wanna talk a man, yo who is he or she
You got nerve to even that What about that, yeah, up with that rumor talkin' We make a hit We've been makin' hits while you've been suckin' Around the town, for a hardcore deal Yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you ain't Niggaz,yeah,you ain't Niggaz, you ain't Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, who are you? You ain't Niggaz, yeah, you you ain't Niggaz, man Niggaz, get out my
Yeah, motherfuckers blast I keep in store for they ass ain't got the style to kick no shit I rhymes and heat and just blow shit out
Let me ask one You think I fell off? come test then You the man to stop the Big X around become [unverified] next
Yes, shit is gettin' Very wild, and much wild But when I come with the Rhythm X shit Then after that, motherfuckers quit
Whether or not, you like it or not, you're it's true whole crew sound doo doo I keep tissue to the first face I'm like a team that in first place
Winnin', like the Giants You got rhymes to kick? Then drop Math, English, it I said it Yo Ced, and grab the mic
Yo let's with a phrase that's quite hype I'll control with Gee get right Into the mix like a DJ on The is buggin, rememberin', "Bring it On"
The phrase that stand to all that try To to the Gee get roast and I wonder why Hmm, like Arsenio Hall said, I You rhyme like butter soft and you're quite stink
Tryin' to perpetrate, sayin' you're right You hit money grip you're fake like a bad with Freddie, you know not ready You sound immature, like a amateur
(You ready) Tto step on the stage, get hit the rhyme jab like the Flintstones, I'll break like bam bam Bam bam bam bam bam
I'm ya You on the Gee, better yet, true Ultra But now we're back and, we're slappin' We're givin' no and, because you're wack And yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, yeah, you real Niggaz, yeah, you real Niggaz, yeah, you ain't
Niggaz, who are you? You ain't Niggaz, yeah, you you real Niggaz, man get out my