Word Is Bond

You just a quickie, Punk, I'm Everlastin'
So don't step up 'cause I'm a come out blastin'
Worth while style, underground sound
Complain ya never make it

I'm a numba 1
Don't sleep, I got the 9 on my waist
And ya want to be the first, G
Scoop it, just like a news reporter

Getcha lead outcha asshole
Kid, my name ain't Sebastion
Dreamin' of makin' papes
When I see a bootleg I take my record and dupe it
Pete's an idiotic, smoke the boom that’s exotic
Have dough in the pocket and sleep way past 8
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Grab your chest

Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
The way I'm rhymin’ on the break

But your shit ain't appealin', so make haste

Come on dad, let me breathe ya
Don't be the lint ball on my sleeve
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Wanna be down and diggin' wit' the crates
You still up un the air
Brotha's be askin' me for the fee
I lick shots for the Everlastin'
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole

Grab your chest

You know I got the funky sound
Madd jealous 'cause my shit's got mass appeal
Till the brothers fuck it
I'm rollin’ thick, so I know you can see me
I lick shots fot the Diamond D
Now let me hear, my man
Getcha lead outcha asshole
With my man Everlastin'
Uh, word is bond

So your ass starts to rob and steel
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Foam'n at the mouth

I know your thirsty
Getcha lead outcha asshole
Getcha lead outcha asshole
I'm a numba 1
I'm causin’ disorder 'cause I'm sorta' sick of loosin' money
I got a loop on my crate and I'm duckin'
I'll stick it to a like paste
So don’t get started, just disregard it
Yo, I'm more respected, my neck's protected
Lord, have mercy, I got ten acts
I lick shots for the Soul Assasins
Yo, it's Diamond D, the psycotic, narrotic
Give 'em my mom's demo tapes
I know the feelin', ya wanna be the one wealin' and dealin'
And now I'm rhymin’ with Diamond D
'Cause last year I said, "Jump Around"
I break it off like a kit-kat ‘cause ya can't get that
Uh, word is bond
And I lick shots for the D I T C
And pretty soon you're runnin' butt-naked
So now you’re frontin', tryin’ to fake it
Grab your chest
When I work so hard so if I catch ya bootleggin'
With some brand new shit for the year of '93
'Cause I'm retarted with an agrial stubin'
I got mad little white kids, wishin' they could be me
Getcha lead outcha asshole