Them bitches swear they fly...")



Hahha

Now everytime I grab the mic I always start shit up

Sharper than your double edger watch me cough shit up

Live and direct respect it to the underground connect

Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select

Yo E load me in your gun light the flares

Give me forty eight bars and I go out like gays at Billy Bear

Wear and tear I'm wreckin for the Bricks is where

Jump in my way and get your body splattered everywhere

Conjunction junction what's your function

It's that nigga who's so swift I could lose a compass

Step into jams, with seven niggaz in a Land

And forty motherfuckers in some fucked up caravan

Drop the farenheight back down to zero

Bring Heat to the streets like I'm Pacino and DeNiro

Raw dog material, grand imperial

Talk to my shotty nigga, my ears ain't hearin you



So take heed to what I'm saying

Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing



Now do I look crazy? Deranged, maybe?

You shot first, your glock burst, but it graze me

Now time for lyrics, put up your guns

And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won

Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads

Crowd your Rap City committee, like I'm [Big Leads]

Most bigger than them Melendez brothers

You need Cochran when you're fuckin with Judge Red

Put your fingers up if you love hash and cash

I been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass

Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle

You wanna shine bitch? Let me simonize you

I make sure your vision blur, till you don't know what occurred

Until I black out every nerver

Foul women get served as chicken head hors d'ouerves

I drop your tops like your heads was convertibles!!

Hah, if you still look up in the sky I'm still high

All the way live like Lakeside

Wann die? E (whattup son), you got this beat pumpin

The way I feel niggaz ain't leave until they up in somethin

Pack my dutch like the niggaz in the county

Dayrooms, stay tuned, for Doc Illuminati

Up around them big butt freaks is where you find me

(Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante)



So take heed to what I'm saying

Cause tonight's the night, and me and my nuccas ain't playing



To my people in the back, if you're not the wack, say

Don't stop, the body rock

To my people in the front, if you're tokin on blunts, say

Don't stop, the body rock... aoowwwwwowwwww

I'm too strong for you to listen

I started spittin, that's why the brick niggaz be lickin

They stay on magazine written equipments

And lyrics I got em by the shipment, where your bitch went

I'm smokin leaky out the Lec-y, fatal

My Squad steps with the ultimatum, true dat

My muzak, move crowds, like down the hill moved crack

For those who stepped on toes, I want my shoes back

Buddy, bringin money to your girl

for your little daughter like I'm Cutty

Twenty dollars a pop to dub me, I bug G, quote it

I see you notice how I leave microphones corroded

Hahahahaha, your staff not up to par

You raw, you're more like Zsa Zsa Gabor

Call deep niggaz, keep the gas pedal floored

And I pump the funk to keep a room and board



*record scratches, rooster cackles