Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back

Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks

Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil

The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will

Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale

Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail

I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning

Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning

She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch

Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch

Switch over to the right hand or back to the left

See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def

D-E-F, And I do work with these

So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules

Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream

Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream

Seems like I am a mother, so word to me

Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree

Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar

Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar



V.I.C.-



Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple

One for the beef, two for the trouble

Three for my niggas that are ready to set it

World's famous...Man, forget it



Psycho Les-



Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed

So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range

But still hardcore and everything that goes with it

Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit

To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live

I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give

So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash

Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo.