uhhhh! you don't know what we doin right here!
one two three we gon' turn it out
and make you rock to the beat and then scream and shout
we gonna hit you with the shit we got here
we gonna blow your miiiinnnd
i'm saying if you think that you can step to me wrong
don't even waste your tiiiimmme
you niggaz talk shit then abandon ship
niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
niggaz talk shit then they abandon ship
now i'm blastin i'm takin over
stick you for your blue range rover
rampage a real live soldier
so i'm goin to see my p.o. it's august the 1st
my p.o. look like vanessa del rio
hahahaaa! i always roam through the forest
like my fuckin name was chuck norris
rock to the beat and then
my victory remains flawless
but i know you really harmless
while your time is coming
i make the fat shit regardless
many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return
yo i'm gettin phone calls from that nigga howard stern
he wants to know about my flip mode click
the way we get down and bust niggaz shit
i run up in your ganks den take you for your keys
back to roanoake and. people always askin me
for makin shit guaranteed to bust your fuckin melon
police throwed me up on charges like i was a felon
when i was strikin had you swellin
watch the police how they be gellin
lock you up for days and got a nigga ass smellin
yo fuck that! you best believe there ain't no time for dwellin
if you ain't makin noise you need to kill the fuckin yellin
yo i run up in your set like a new york city. i can't slip
i beat you down with my vice grip
that means you way off course
i'm gettin five in the source
i be saddleback biting motherfuckers like a horse
niggaz all up in my applesauce
my shit feel good like intercourse
ever since i was a shorty rockin hugo boss
aiyyo bust it bust you just made my day
if you didn't put me on i'd be locked like o.j. now i'm writin rhymes hittin shorties everyday
in the full runnin drinkin ice tanqueray
i don't eat pork i take a fish fellet
now i'm knockin out niggaz from. to. touche!
now i'm goin back around the way
like my name was marvin gaye
now i'm back with more bionic like my name was colt seavers
got you niggaz open like a bunch of wide receivers
go clean your act up in the cleaners
give me some of your chicken fajitas
i write my rhymes way past the margins
peace to one million men marchin
when you talk shit you really don't know what you startin
now your shit is done like a fuckin empty milk carton
now we got you open like fixx
stickin to your stomach like quaker oat grits
fisherman hat with my brand new kicks
i got my nickel plated fo'-fo'
all my rough niggaz open the do'
cause boy scout brings the ruckus and i'm still hardco'
when i walk streets you know my blade's a little sharper
i cross you like a magic marker
everytime i hit i always hit a little harder
blazing to the point where niggaz look a little darker
catching suntans from my music
i always love to lend a helping hand
organized rhyme unit like the poison clan
while your ride is busted
number one nigga in the chain of command
breakin fool in school like my nigga geechie dan
i see intruders on my scan
singin at your funeral like bobby bluebland