Still diggin' motherfucker, it's that plain and simple
Or Biggie Smalls me, come on please
Cousin Mar', yeah, son, is a thief
We collect antique ammunitions and plus
Try'nna dip on this twenty dollar bill, I had on my dashboard
But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores
Wu-Tang, invincible blade, thrust to parry
Now who's fuckin' with Andre?
A.G. is King like Tutankhamen or Haile Selassie
Where niggaz sell more rock than heavy metal songs
Knew many men, only trust a few
Watchdog, chew ass out, son and put in major work
Body the party, watchin' for niggaz tryin' to Pac me
A's loose, so much pain inflicted, remain addicted
And police is asking me, son, why I whip his ass for
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
How many times have you let your tongue go slip
Just to please you, honey, oh, just to please you, honey
Just to please you, honey, just to please you, honey
Up the temple steps, much water got carried
We got them big guns, you only see in science fictions
I never heard such nerve before
I never heard such nerve before
How many times have you let your tongue go slip
Thunder the Barbarian sword being swung
God-U's, I tuck a few, known to smash out a club or two
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
On the ave. till every soul in the ghetto is gone
Uncombustible, give props like Doctor Huxtable
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
I never heard such nerve before
And how many times have you let your tongue go slip
Anything you want to know then read E2K
Women love the few, mention Wu-Wear linen, rugged blue
With these gemstars, I'm Jason Vorhees
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
Master Hung Gar, five animal form Kung Fu
And we gave him a job, making three hundred a week
Carry microphones with the Passion of Je-sus
A beast on the east side, love on the west, ask Kanye
But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores
But he slipped on my piece, now he's back in the streets
'Cuz I'm the piece, the magnetic, I'm not the weak and pathetic
And represent the worldwide W
It's Flamboyant for life, nigga, throw those L's up
Fuck with A and get broke up like B2K, 'cuz
And how many times have you let your tongue go slip
Just to please you, honey, oh, that's to please you, honey
Ain't millionaires by this year then catch us in 12 months
Oh, oh, your veins may call in sweat for blood
My Uncle Cuffie's the chief but my little knucklehead
Your veins may call in sweat for blood
From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips
How many times have you let your tongue go slip
But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores
In this industrious world, meet the illustrious
G.D. till my heart beat discontinue
And how many times have you let your tongue go slip
Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk
Sometimes inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected
Your veins may call in sweat for blood
