And southern pride I be, checkin' my fuckin' head
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin'
I felt the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same time
I think they overstep they boundaries
'Cause I know I do when I hear those
Scared, lookin' up in your face, Boy I see dead
Long as you happy then I'm happy
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of Islam
Throw up your daisy dukes, I'm hazardous to all you boss hoggs
I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin'
Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
But to each his own, my speech is gon'
And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me
I kept on rhymin', not complainin'
For the second coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin'
I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to
Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
Keep that shit up outta my zone
OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he
Enemies in the P's freestyles be freebies
Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home
Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car
Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs
Compose won't y'all get sick of that
Never bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'
And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might need you in this war
If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be
