yeah I rap tight like Saran Plus enter battles talkin shit like "Look mom, no hands!" I'm tired of cats tryin to sum me You can't add that far yet, that
sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!) Pathetic. Ritual. Collective slackership Beautiful establishment; you ain't established shit! I consider you
don't play Smoke weed all day, me, Craig, and [?] Catch me in the Benz gettin head in the whip and not crashin it, while y'all niggaz can't get a date
You can throw blows and still never hit me Or you can get me as a glass of Moet Blow the set with no sweat, you pose no threat So jet, step off, stay
m Figi Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. [Ali] Peace, to my
Giving niggaz assholes, cuz niggaz don't understand My s--t be in demand so I'm holdin niggaz to WalkMan's papers, if you slept on me you know you catch
the press haven't you heard the latest The greatest thing about being 'I' is me And what I really can be I never Run you never ran me I stand my ground
gun to my head, blaow say fuck it all You can't get no women player, they don't want a war You can't sell no cane dawg, you too damn soft Me I sell it
m bluffin' Jumpin' off my horse and runnin' up on you ain't nothin I don't have no rifle, I just throw my hatchet in yo' face Catch it, get an eye FULL
cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin' Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster Crip 4 live Do or die F for death MOTHERFUCKER! Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis Can't
me what it is you see in me Would ya look into my eyes Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could ya tell me what you see [Krayzie
you see in me Would you look into my eyes? Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? [Bizzy] Comin' through
you runnin We keep you runnin Can't stop the Southland Cuz it's a Brownside thing and you know we don't stop We keep you runnin We keep you runnin Can
that's just why I sleep on y'all Peep it y'all, you creepin' any coke, give me a call Can't stop the d's, but the d's can't stop the keys Stop the cheese
to fix Don't want to be eighty-sixed, three six and six ain't in my mix Don't flap your lips about me takin no, trips You won't be takin no sips from
Jackson, Action Jackson, Mike Jackson, Staten Dusthead niggas that'll have you laugh, you call Quicker, and we brawl in big arenas, G&C Catch me in the
like Damon Wayans You know our names, we don't play jokes Niggas ain't feeling us? You ain't supposed to, that's for gay folks You stay broke, we stay
't want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from [50 Cent] They say you can never