[Verse 1]

Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear

Come fuck with me I put shotgun shells in your
ear

Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier

Have nothing left

But I will have my revenge in this lifetime or
the next

I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace

Killed a handicapped man for parking in a regular
parking place

Learned my art with a leatherface, you must be
kidding

I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten

But I've been written a billion bars of dissin

for any rappers dead or livin that we've ever
heard since we was children

My brain got built-in Pentium chips, my thoughts
the fastest

For Shakespearian actors: Chino shall busteth
your asseth,

When I spithed acid ... yeah your freestyle was
tight

You better rhyme of the head good, you can't read
or write

A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he front, no
publicity stunt

His life flashes by his eyes quicker than Black
History Month

What!

(Chorus)

Yo'

Who the only star on WB?

That would be me!

Who the mami's think is so sexy?

That would be me!

Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?

Yo, That would be me!

Who your wife he let fuck her for free?

That would be me!

Who get your ass shot dead in the street?

That would be me!

Who stand damn near six foot three?

That would be me!

Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?

That would be me!

Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what
would be me!

[Verse 2]

Yo', Yo'

You wanna be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right

Try me... metal detectors going off for the rest
of your life

No matter how hard it gets,

I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood

Not a coward in my own piss

Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?

I roll with killers that spent more time in the
pen than ink

Don't even blink, and turn your voice down a
decibel

Or start lookin' for studios that's
wheelchair-accessible

Leave you a vegetable, trust,

I have the letters on your FUBU sweater standin'
for Fucked Up By Us

We thrust into beef now

Grill holds back like a Lee nail

You yell as you reach hell

You still wanna E-mail she males

Your train of thought derails

Lost dog, here's the details:

I make you think you on a beach how I make you
SEE shells/Seashells

My L.A. airport beef was infamous,

I whooped ass the entire five hour flight

Plus three hour time difference

(Chorus)

Yo'

Who your girl made you pay to come see?

That would be me!

Who the only star on WB?

That would be me!

Who the mami's think is so sexy?

That would be me!

Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?

That would be me!

Who your wife he let fuck her for free?

That would be me!

Who get your ass shot dead in the street?

Yo, That would be me!

Who bench press about three fifty three?

That would be me!

Start drama and see the illest papi, yo' what
would be me!

[Verse 3]

Yo'

I ain't from Atlanta but I'll leave you
outcasted/+OUTKASTED+

And blasted, all fucked up like Schwarzenneger's
accent

You has been, I split you apart

I spit from the heart

Yeah you iced out... that's how you slid off the
chart

Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a swoll beast

No peace, big Chi have the police calling the
police

I call Aziz, omnipotence

Smoking I shine in its open

We ain't scared of jail we wanna go back

Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in the column of
your spine

More than Columbine and Palestine combined,
Forty-eight track

Half spic, half black

Sex symbol to the media

Keep my number listed so my beefs can find me
easier

In sales you ain't dealing with me

I'm Puerto Rican and I got enough relatives to
buy me platinum living with me

I never will be, overthrown... I'm unbelievable

Like the fact that D'angelo's baby's mom is Angie
Stone

What!

(Chorus)

Yo'

Who the only star on WB?

That would be me!

Who the mami's think is so sexy?

That would be me!

Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?

That would be me!

Who your wife he let fuck her for free?

That would be me!

Who get your ass shot dead in the street?

That would be me!

Who stand damn near six foot three?

That would be me!

Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?

That would be me!

Who bench press about three fifty three?

Who writes hits like B-I-G?

That would be me!

Who go to war like P-A-C?

Yo, that would be ME!

Who carry gats like he crazy?

That would be me!

Who getting' rich still rock lyrically?

That would be me!

Who never lose street mentality?

That would be me!

Who let you live cus you comedy?

That would be me!

Who bring that rock star energy?

That would be me!

Start drama and see who rides for Jersey, yo'
that would be me...