Come on, come on, come one, come on
F, because my flavor's the best
S, I repped it, what more can I say, son
What now, tell your man step up, then watch he
Get paid, no matter what I do, I keep it
E, big up to my nigga E Love
Kill that, have her garglin' nuts until I
Heat up, got her beggin' me to beat it up
One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered down
Duck down, you better play like En Vogue and
F, because my flavor's the best
Head ride when I'm goin' to Bedshaw
Do this bringing drama and truth 'cuz I don't
R, keep the ill rims on the car
Farmers what, farmers what
Murder, little niggas gettin money on the
No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out, stay
M, I gotta hold it down wit my man
Bedside, nobody even comin' close, nigga
Come on, come one, come on, come on
R, wreck my block, knee all far
Here it, and when it comes to this I'm not a
Sexy me and my team spendin' cream on the
Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em
Beat down and you can pump it in your system till it
Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you gotta
Way back put your honey on my lap and make her
Hardcore don't he know I stay raw? this is
Killa Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout
Remember me, I'm the greast MC there could
Why try, from the Bronx to Shaolin to
E, big up to my nigga E Love
Hold on, you know I'm goin' out nigga
Hot block, he got the chrome shit spinnin' up on
Hip hop the broad money and alah zay it
M, I gotta hold it down wit my man
Hold on, 'cuz another major label told me
I told ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga
A, I get my hustle off all day
R, wreck my block, knee all far
R, keep the ill rims on the car
Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to
Go down, game one, do or die like
F, because my flavor's the best
Soldier, I'm a General crack King
S, I repped it, what more can I say, son
Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever
Linden, look at the ice and leather, the way it
A, I get my hustle off all day
Club scene on Performance Boulevard out in
Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor, straight
LL competition, they fell because I
Double R, whole block, lined up wit all the
M, I gotta hold it down wit my man
Uptown, like buckshot said nigga
Play that, and I be reepin' up cash since
Blendin', pass the spit hot Linden from here to
Come on, come on, come on, come on
E, big up to my nigga E Love
A, I get my hustle off all day
Farmers what, farmers what
S, I repped it, what more can I say, son
R, wreck my block, knee all far
Don't stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a
Smack up, anybody who front like he
R, keep the ill rims on the car
Spill that, you better play like En Vogue and
Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off baby
Ice out, me and my man, Little Sharp in the
