f the bs

like it was before

as usual

somethin different

the boy never sounds the same

body by nautilus and you ain't even with this

i'm the man

all the homeboys wanna dis

crushin

killin

never beat stealin

but i'm hell when it comes to rhyme dealin

death to competitors

long live mix-a-lot

you understand motherfucker i'ma hard rock

beat 'em up and pick 'em up and make 'em miss the stick up

but my gat close range

take his wallet

kick him in his cup

drop the games

cause they really ain't necessary

you can be a water rated

boy you ain't legendary

sue it far in the caddy

i'ma chillin

to your girlies i'ma hero

to you suckers i'ma villian

i've done

get me mad i might try

can't find a better rhyme

if you do you better buy it

serious and callous could be deadly to competitors

what am i sayin?

f the bs. f the bs. f the bs. memories of bein broke

keep me on the war path

hittin like a wreckin ball

lord it's like a punk blast

swayed

raid in effect

my posse's with it

put a fifty on the floor

like a punk you wouldn't get it

neck snap

head crack

put you on a meat rack

i ain't playin with you boy

you know i mean that

physical rhymes all meant to intimidate

all niggaz take note

don't imitate

rippin is the cut

freaks scurry for my t-i-p

tryna get an autograph from m-i-x-a-l-o-t

down for the title match and you know what i'm talkin about

muscle bound

full of things

knock a sucker's lights out

bring it to my level

boy you better start climbin

when she's grindin

i'm hardcore rhymin

lyric to your gut and all your lines just buckle

when you make it to the top

i put these boots on your knuckles

walk into the party like a mob

wearin jet black

swass" skin in effect