Servin' the role, a sole step child
Screamin' "Hey ladies", why bother?
No talent on the tune, you might as well suck it
And gave birth to three bastard sons
Yo Sam, school 'em
Shook the beast and soon to be dubbed stars
Sam sever, serve the rest
While wakin' up to noise of 3rd B A S S, bass
Out with high voice distorted
The label is nothin' but MC Black 'n' Decker
Success is butter for Serch's space
Words, spoken, a silver spoon stuck in the throat
If a beast to wish play fetus, I'd have him aborted
Orphaned trio, abandoned by lyrical
The beast now lives in the capital
Passin phases, non-legitimate trendsetters
I'm the other half, known as the other trey
Non-legitimate, tip-doggin', Jethro pseudo intellectual
Pop figures who figured they'd get paid
Your lyrics are incorrect, so you step to me
Starrin' roles stone-faced from the brothers
Buckshot acne showin', L.A. weak-ass sellout
Prone to a lick of a waste
Your biggest fan, nine years of age
The crew from the L.Q. stepped to the Club Mars
Cap the front and grip, when they heard that
Exploitin' art the black man made
Played out hardcore flaws, step to stage
If everyone spoke of stick-up, it's pick of a beast'
Young useless, lyrically careless
I stand I take a bust in my nut
Broke out 'cause the swindler took your Ducat
Rhyme revolves around modes of mindless
You know about that silver spoon havin'
Put to bed, three kids to a third track
Counterfeit style, born sworn and sold
Ludicrous whinin', meanin' when the others
Negative mind, paid as snakes who can't rhyme
Three boys buggin' to the A.M
White bread no money havin' slum village people clonin' step children
Swarm to the lyrics 'cause Serch is your father
Taste the flav' of the original
He is stupid but he knows that he is stupid
Tourin' to wild screams, the third son's born
Lookin' for the key to release that first piece
Sons, slim ones flee from the 3rd
Three times two is six, Pete is one-three
Play the dude it's sucker time
Through us, the echelon exposed with the roll with no soul
A record label, a king to 4th letter
Dust-smokin', pretty boy playwrite posin'
Talk of C.C. or keep sleepin'
Record wrecks sets, Def Jam a true wrecker
Stand by 'em, while they take the fall
Folks wiggin', whinin' annoyin' Def Jam reject Devil
Yo Serch, you know about that slum I'm speakin' on?
Spoken slang gets played like the lottery
Word is Bond Pete, school 'em
You step to the Serch and I slam
