your boy wit' the million-dollar vocal chords
no more cristal and dom p
all life questions shall be answered
but this here started before the womb
and will not end after the grave
verbally i'm sickly insane
i remain the ripleys of the game
the hustler's here to retrieve his spot
from y'all dungaree thieves that mislead the block
i was there when souls left
the life make the doe sweeter
in the stretch 11-seaters
it's either; move accordin' or
it's sorta like an abortion
you choose what's more important for ya
as if y'all don't know this. if you
you know y'all can get it
nobody doing it better than az
what other motherfucker y'all could call hotter
and they dress code is childish
so i ask don't confuse it
i'ma soul food this howard heuwit
so seductive overdose 'em wit' charm
so please approach me calm
the truth is y'all can't take nothin' from me. if you
you know y'all can get it
nobody doing it better than az
like we back on the block suited
born-thugs now get recruited
you still a student i spit twirlin' tricks wit' a toothpick
i'm the source for seekers
resurrected like christ off the cross on easter
seven different home addresses
so many years lost through tribulations
never too concerned wit' idols
the earth and the moon is one
so all competition is none
you know y'all can get it
nobody doing it better than az