Go get the burnin' nigga, brand yourself
See how I proceed with caution
Bring the broads down with ribbons
Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the caravan
Still watch what you say to young free
(Free no you didn't)
(Strap your folks)
Randy Moss', I play when I wanna
Go get the burnin' nigga, brand yourself
And we got what it takes to dump the K
Smith and Wesson precision
Like K "know" one here even said your name
Down down, I'm witcha dirty go head and lay down
You better watch what you say to my face
When this fakin, snatch the cake up out his crib
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Overpayed shit? Wait a minute
All ya niggas, brand yourself
I bring the hood when I'm travelin'
Flip your ride
And I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right
Nelly cookin with too many dimensions
Sixers, number six, Julius IRV
Snitchin? Matter of fact stay the fuck out the kitchen
Negative they don't get that close
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E
(Yea)
I got respect but it's lost and that's a fact
Murphy Lee's eighteen entertainin 'em
I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk
Twenty one when I'm clubbin it
I strike a nerve and old MC's wantin a comeback
Now the school boy puttin' twenties on the bomb pop truck
'Cause theres somethin on my waste to make the whole place break
Coupe outside who the fuck want a ride?
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yea
Around six in the six with the throwback
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right yea
Still watch what you say to B sig
Swing through to refuse the masses
Its B sig in the place with state P
Hit him with the AK nigga
R you really feelin guilty bout somethin man
Who want beef with state P
Still watch what you say to B sig
Its freeway in the place with state P
Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
Its freeway in the place with state P
Shit, shit stop, stop
Two toy carrier, two stashes
Scrap backwoods unravelin'
'Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out
Nut check, gut check, cause I say what I wanna
All ya niggas, brand yourself
You better watch what you say around her
Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close
Remove glasses, blow smoke up in my ashes
(Fuckin' with some made niggas)
You couldn't hit while you was makin a turn
S sad to see you really just want just
I'm like the baker with your pies
I clap up your hood like the hammer man
Its B sig in the place with state P
Finance a pay down, heard what I said now?
(Then slide, uh)
Still watch what you say to B.sig
'Cause we got what it takes to dump the D E, yea
(Leave a mess in your crib)
Scared to clap better strap your folks
I used to drive my mama stuff
Mid west, and we aim about mid chest
Enemies try to speak to me
You the first old man who should get a rapper's pension
Its Murph down in the place with Nelly
(No we didn't)
I take trips with chumps up in my trunk
One truck that seats six asses
'Cause fifty shots still will turn the club out
Hey Just, this the one right here baby
And we got what it takes to the rock the mic right, yea
Ho, ho, ho
Yes we did
Cris and the herb, make it hard to swerve
If you can't get Nelly you'a settle for who boy?
'Cause I got what it takes to shake the whole place
No we ain't system call this mic invention
Yes I did
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yea
'Cause there's somethin' on my waste to make the whole place break
Scrap smoke good when we travelin'
Its Nelly in the place with Murph Lee
Blow trees with mac mittens
Set up shop and distribute where you live
Duked on my side, too many in my tribe
(Ho, ho, ho)
(Switch beginnings)
My whip crack fast all you niggas is horses
(Then rise)
Throw your hands up, if you didn't bang your rim on the curb
Not a brave nigga?
It's freeway in the place with my squad
One more hit please please
They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks"
Its free, listen
Fake ID for the fuck of it
You better watch what you say around here
(Yea)
I'm just a school boy, somewhat new boy
I told you dawg
I make rappers go back to the block
All you young gunnerz
And we got what it takes to rock the mic right yea
