What we gonna do right here is
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on
Yeah, yeah, come on, come on, come on
Check it out, check it out
Yo, yo, yo, who the fck is that nigga rhymin on the mic?
Who is this motherfcker?
Its the wicked, nigger with the super dick
fckin hos like Im supposed to be in a flick, uh
One time, I tap yo mind, I got you hummin
Now you want to press rewind
I pour rhyme in your ear to develop suds
Slice the fckin Philly and break up the buds
Whos Buddha? I dont know, is it a special?
Stick a fork in your neck and pop a blood vessel
The hispanic shaft packs a gat, too
Permanent scar your ass like a tattoo
Slam dunk the funk in your trunk, punk
Da doom, doom, do doom
Yeah, cool makin moves nigger so smooth
Scarin ya, hangs up in the skills
But queens is like the area
I stare at ya, tear at ya, break that back
Now crack the fckin sack and roll that shit black
Act like you want a nigger and watch me hit him
Then I have my shottie let my brother divine get him
We got him, hos comin through in the clutch
She said, I only suck that dick cause I love you so much
Said, I only lick them balls cause you so game tight
And you keep my ass climbing the fckin walls at night
So hit me, hit me one time, let me flex it
Crews still makin moves but now Ive gots to exit
Are you ready? Yall ready for him?
Are you ready? Yall ready for him?
Are you ready? Yall ready for him?
Are you ready? Yall ready for him?
Hold up, you know I gots to get my wreck off
fckin rugged like a dog about to bite your neck off
Police still puttin fear in the hearts of mad crews
Leavin people lyin dead in the street with no clues
Soul like a mother got the funk on lock
You can hear my sounds echo through the urban block
Got stacks of stocks and fat beats to knock
Got you open now youre hopin that the junkyard rocks
Okay here goes the blow, the bag, the mint
Grand time to represent flava so strong
Fills the room like Buddha stick, uhuh, dont like choke
Gotta get paid so were tryin to go for broke
Beatnuts hit the rhythm and I join right with em
Niggas cant see this flow so its time to down sit em
I kick the flow for the niggas with the bald heads
Dreads, and fros, honeys, but no hos
Oops, I didnt mean to call you ho, bitch
But when you try to clock the pocket thats that bullshit
So lets get down with one of New Yorks finest
Seed to the brain like Primatine to clear the sinus
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie with the mad style
Beatnuts comin with the rugged
Hey you, watch out now
Its on motherfcker, cant you see that?
No shame in the game, so Doogie where the weed at?
Are you ready? Yall ready for us?
Are you ready? Yall ready for us?
Are you ready? Yall ready for us?
Are you ready? Yall ready for us?
Are you ready? Yall ready for us?
Right now youre as high as a junkie
With a hundred dollar habit