Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on (Malika) Yeap, the diction is on Causin' friction when I up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the up by the naughties Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I step up with no bullshit
See that there, it's for this stickup on the hip Peep the way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm to drop her Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I stompin' up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin'
I killed the last, killed the ass my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Tide, nigga Like Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within tales from the You need it, feed it, baby, check the size Have you goin' down Mary J. Blige When it's poppin' like you can't be a coward Shorty freaks beats like Adina Howard
My squad is hard with players and No toleration, for fakers and Fuckin' with me all honesty You get bombed rap songs comin' Bumpin' G-15's, Westside the competition while making a fuckin' green So ring, around the rosie and to the Rosie And I you to know G
We bust and and kick up dust Don't none of niggaz want to fuck with us? So the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got
We bust and cuss and up dust Don't none of niggaz want to fuck with us? So what's the time? time to get real Why you bust rhyme? 'Cuz that's how I bail
Watch me, this nickel and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of all though the rat is kinda skinny How many and squidgy think they can see me? I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz beanies Bustin' lyrics sharper than blades, catch it from head to toe If you're shocked, amazed you see me at my stage show For my stage beat 'em up
40 gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast Dogs the most rap, the hoes then 'em up Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I 'em and then pop 'em For poppin' to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin' 'Cuz I ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin' Or get to duckin' 'cuz I given 'em nuthin' Fools get none, so fuck 'em
Let me the motherfuckin' mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, fight all night I got jabs a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher to get it crackin' Went from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' a pack of mad men a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool to play me for a punk
I had to have him like lunch or dinner, just a beginner with a winner, number one contender top dog Head in charge runnin' with a group of hogs 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with garbage My crew see the dopest and the So the path or get your punk ass bogarted
We and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all want to fuck with us? So the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got
We and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck us?
I game and get recognized Buyin' all the liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin' Bitch, you got dealt, your cap the other way Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't crackin' For them niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm Tinactin I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines, I rhymes in sucker punches Tootsie, my knees don't bend
Just like that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men Jaywalkin' over your coffin an eleven shot loss And John wrecked that won't soften You're lost and see arson, to the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalkin' lofts men to New and in between So take caution, leave the flossin' for dental Mental plus my gene equals nasty young The be lung mastered takin' vinyl's virginity
Coincidentally I run shit Walter Payton Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke a Dayton I kick the like Ron Carter at the Carter C and B came strollin' Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's ass got caught smokin' Figure, your stigma is lack of So bitch-ass niggaz better like the Delta Sigma Thetas
We don't give a fuck, better duck 39 deep in the of Wino's truck Like robbin' in the paint, think I ain't? crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank I rev a motor float on like a boat to kick a style Like Tical here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the And it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk
I bring death to the evil and to the people My ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I got more con in my than Chuck And you don't want no motherfuckin' here 'Cuz I can round up a posse Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, out Burned up a cookout, so fools better look out
out the penalty box Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off And high-top striped socks The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it static With still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the to get wit' cha Bringin' more terror to than a Michigan militia Click, click boom, nigga your crew
It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your monitor Socket you that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You to wake up and apologize Niggaz yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip Dub-C, that from Westside mad circle
Ay man, ay ay, what's up Uh, loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah, yeah, it Fuck it, mad bitch