we keep it hoppin like the cars with the shocks
we spittin heat on your block
we new to the game
but runnin the spot
numbin your knot
with basslines that'll make ya neck break
this rook'll take your queen and put ya king in checkmate
open your mind without makin ya meditate
we real champs; y'all just featherweight
time to get it straight
i push your wig back
crew loaded up with extra bread like a big mac
beefin with us? we're leavin you face down
stompin bitch rappers like i'm straight outta a-town
runnin the playground like it was a track meet
shoes on the whip that be bigger than shaq's feet
we into big things
bank account's overgrown
all types of cheese - swiss
cheddar
provolone
guaranteed to burn wax like candles
track hittin hard to the head like shots of jack daniels
y'all
bitch
crews
don't wanna fuck with us
y'all bound
to
lose
another one bites the dust
it's trademarc the truth
laid back
aloof
i'm god
as if you needed some proof
you ain't hard i can see it on you
i need a roof
fuck a droptop
crop if i'm creepin on you
click-clack nickelback knickknacks if you got heaters on you
spittin back live rounders
with five pounders
if we meetin on two
i put a beatin on you
your sound's tired buddy
that's why i'm sleepin on you
we lean back in the ride
with cream stackin the rawhide
the sound of god slide with a raw vibe
straight military camel clothes ash brown boots
so sick
i've been handlin flows
since enamel was gold tooth
and branded by low
you cold fuck like eskimo hoes at 7 below
you slow
you be the last to think
my hands seen more fuckin dirt than bathroom sinks
i got punks
dumps and switches
dump chumpses bitches
we feed you to the sharks
you can sleep with the fishes
clean you like dishes but i ain't no busboy
you ain't family
you ain't earnin my trust boy
seen too many bitches that'll double cross ya
we bring more drama than the laker roster
get the click pissed
ain't nobody can save ya
throw heat without lookin like fernando valenzuela
marc predka's the name
the rest of you lame
i'm ego drivin
seen with different women
every size and frame
i refine my game by fuckin famous bitches
but it's all the same
it's just ex to the next
for sex or brain
misses or mrs. married or not
my game don't stop
it's cars bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
y'all are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe