Aiyo
Yeah
Oops upside your head
You wear a suit and a tie when you're dead
You might see me, in the streets doing crazy stuff
Why? This rap shit don't pay enough
No joke, I'm serious
The god spit bodies that's furious
Y'all niggas is funny style, Eddie Murphy, Delirious
Me? I'm straight like 9:15
Two spliffs of the green, now my eyes Chinese
Add on, multiply, let's divide this cream
One for you, one for me
Two for you, one, two for me
(Yo, what the fuck you doing, huh?)
Yeah, sanitation, I said sanitarium
Niggas is clowns and found drowned in aquariums
You motherfuckers sleep with the fishes
I'm at your spot trying to sleep with your bitches, listen
You rap like P? Don't rap like P
Back smack a rapper backwards trying to act like me
I'm one of a kind, I'm second to none
If my record ain't spun, I network with some guns
Call dude at the radio, "Listen, could you play me, yo?"
Yeah, I'ma play it, he ain't play it, but he played me though
Next week I saw him at a party trying to wave hello
Slapped him in the face with the eight, I'm trying to break his nose
Motherfucker
Look, man, you must be out your goddamn mind
It don't make sense, if I don't make a goddamn dime
Then why, you think I'm out here on this goddamn grind?
And won't resign 'til I reside in a box that's pine
I'm, like Chris, mind freak, abracadabra
Nigga, my nine speak, your rhymes weak, you need Viagra
Most rappers ain't that nice, they rap ain't real
You can't be like Sean Price, can't do like Steele, for real
And I don't mean to be facetious
It's genius to have the god on a track with Jesus
Y'all dudes fucked up, your flows pathetic
The eight set it, push up on niggas like calisthenics
We, wild and reckless, the style's perfected
Don't wanna see me at your desk with sket like where the check is?
This business gon' have this kid lose his religion
Pop a few guys, get twenty-five to life in prison
Damn, that's fucked up, man