This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I come out get your release dates moved
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin' through
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show
And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Before the fame majors used to diss me
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Be proud of yo' big-big feet
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze
'Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
Joy
That Misdemeanor talkin' like that chronic get you super high
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC, when I
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't miss the shit
Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got
Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Now put the needle on the record, show 'n' prove
My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Break, break, b-b-break, break, break
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
Joy, so sick
This year you hear a real MC
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow
'Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move
My belly out and sellin' out these venues
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
