Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
I'll make you run for your life, it's like a gun up against a knife
Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit serious
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Spit my phlegm and drop my gem
There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab
Spit my flow all the way from New Ro'
Tryin' to ball with y'all but I might just flee
I'm in 4A, I been in there all day
You better return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home
Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out
Flip flows def like so, so
Come on, come on, come on, yo
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
The mic killa wreckin' more shit than Godzilla
So get your back up off the wall
So put your hands up
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that
I'm better feeling than running raw
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
So put your hands up
Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
So get your back up off the wall
What y'all niggaz think I'ma do when I get real money
Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red
You can never win, when we fight to the end, I'm tight with the pen
Let's talk about it
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller
I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar
Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes
I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Now we delayed by ninety days, you better find me anyways
Breeze on through like easy passes
So get your back up off the wall
Uh, what, now put ya hands up, put ya hands up
What, I said dance, come on, come on
Tryin' to ball with y'all but I might just flee
Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims
Crash crews smack the open palm, so you don't bruise
What, I said dance, come on, come on
See you when you get back, lyrical three pack, spiritual miracle
Lano keys played in series, peace to Lil' Cease
Microphone serial killer, urban guerrilla
You push a button and what happens nothing
And showin' off the skills of the mentally dead
To Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa
For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy
Come on, come on, come on, yo
The second coming of Christ
Y'all could go ahead with that
I do the knowledge before any words get said
So put your hands up
Chain gang link I need a shrink
Non-haters play the corner in the elevator
What, I said dance, come on, come on
I get you open like them ball head niggaz on Rogaine
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie played
The four wheeler touched every flava but vanilla
Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Now I'ma put a rush up on molasses
What, yeah, now put ya hands up
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Come on, come on, come on, yo
Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
Now get ya back up off the wall
Dread be the positive black, drop the B, you get lack
Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial
I'm trying to show you where my head is at
Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out
