it's different ways to rock this motherfucking mic man
you got your regular rhyme schemes
you got your off-beat flow
if you don't know how to rap each and every fucking way
how you calling yourself an mc huh?
treacherous records is in the motherfucking house
only x i know is triple x fo' sho
my white t is pro club and it's hanging extra low
the smith and wesson check the ho
now that's how you lick shots
to the tick tock big rocks in my slick rick watch
nigga this is hip hop bitch
you don't like what we rap about
keep wrapping your mouth around your crack pipe
put your lips on them pussy lips i beat up last night
since his ass in the dark
fuck him with a flashlight
only x i know is malcolm x and o
sadat x and x.p.a.n.d. but
i'm looking for the spineless
for ruckers' finest i'm yelling motherfuck imus
you know what his crime is
and i'm looking for them timers cause crooked's about to get ya
i'm taking it to them death certificate days
where i'm from young niggas get paid
drinking liquor just to piss on your grave
back it up whenever god's gift spit it
if you want it you can get it
i'm so todd smith with it
my glocks spit shots quicker than clocks tick minutes
chrome pistol won't target
tearing through bones and cartilage
putting niggas on glow in the dark shit
a ghost floating over they own carcass
eastside long beach 'til i fucking croak
aye wolf wanggg what up loc
you niggas ain't fucking with me
you with the glass dick in your mouth
if i ever ever ever ever catch you disrespecting the west again
we gone slap the monkey-shit out your punk ass
you can't even say crack the motherfucking window" around this fucking junkie