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