MC's is lame, I try to be an MC with brains These niggaz is MC Brains Bein nice, rappers is far from bein nice I'm on the rooftop recordin, and niggaz is
his ass and leave 'em blood clot for dead Niggaz sound like Das EFX If it ain't Das EFX, then they sounding like Meth You might as well do Megadeth Yo, punk MC
it's a dayton thang He cuts some booties but his boys are steady rollin hard The chase is on they got us runnin through the back door My dick is peppin
burger and fries, the king sized "This song is dedicated to all the fat people world wide, dead or alive. Biggy Smalls, The One Man Gang, Chubb Rock, Chris
songs that shit is wack all you candy coated rappers you red cap wearers i got 7 slugs and 11 pallbearers the only block I know is a block for my gat
the Pee to the Wee You gotta see Hyakugojyuuichi AARON: Wakeman is biased, like a household appliance Hello Kitty and McGruff have an unholy alliance Science is
I rock Sean John velour B-boy stance and that's hardcore E-Dub, real name, no gimmicks Your style is over, finito, finished You a parasite, type lyrical germ You a sucker MC
Roll with the punches is what I tell To people when things dont go to well When you go for the gold and come back empty When the ups are few and the
Sparks, Freeweezy Yea State Prop Boys back in town Backblock boys, pop boys, back you down [Verse 1: Young Chris] I ask is it me, or is it really them
they shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris
my skri'lla Got killa's that'll whoop your head boy Who the hell gon' bring home the bacon To the fam' if you end up dead, boy Luda, I'm so true to smokin
shot 'Pac in Lookin for Big's killers, dressed in ridiculous blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris