[Pop Da Brown Hornet]

I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere

My news and sweet, nothing's in ya ear

I treat them like they outta be treated

Like they want their cutty licked

They better get their girlfriend to come eat it

I don't tongue-twa, I rock nonstop

Hip hop got me locked, competition get props

The bar, you can front it, got rhymes by the hundred

New York City creepin it, delightedly blunted

I love to stay high, Pop pass the la

Nigga caught a black eye for tellin the white lie

Don't even try or you just might die for real

All ya ally cat niggas gotta fry

Makin it hard for me and my squad

Doin shit I can't disregard, my nigga just got scarred for life

Do ya thing, be the men, be mice

Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice

Softer than a milk shake, whole image is fake

I use they ass for bait, throw them in a lake

Let the crab snap em, my enemies clap 'em

Some bring lips abyss I feel it's (