All right, east side, big dogs, oh yeah, uh, yeah, we coming through with this, you know what I'm saying, on that same vibe, you know what I'm saying, I mean, when you get to this mic, when you see this microphone, you gotta see this microphone as your woman, your plate of food, you know what I'm saying, whether it's soul food, western, whatever it may be, here we go, yo, uh, yo,leaving niggas with nothing to say, go on, partners and compadres, menu for today, happens to be the MC, with a slice of ham and a sunny side, I choose a new style to play, me and James Ingram found more than a hundred ways, say, say, say what, me and my niggas came to parlay, you couldn't * with us tomorrow or today, lay back, keep it smooth, Marvin Gaye way, * banging harder than my AK spray, never cuss those who play your hey, hey, hey,eventually,you'll come around my way, like I said, nothing to say, you fake niggas stray away like the mind of a child born into KKK, ain't a dollar sign out there to match my resume, but if you insist, I'll take a million today, save the other ten for me, stutter, stutter rap, bringing it back, just let, you niggas who lack originality, I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack originality, every copy you'll skip, bust off from here to Palm, my * remains a bomb,because you never إن hippin'I keep it bangin' in your放au nhưng apunéeI keep it bangin' in your poussnesRemain the bomb diggy-dey-dey-deyKeep it bangin' in your pou na pou naI ain't applyin' to減 boardWhen I die use my funk for ya carry-carry-ya-uk-faRed tarpCome downI keep it bangin' in your pou na pou naI ain't applyin' to減 boardI keep it bangin' in your pou na pou-ai-nei-I keep it banging in your pou-na pou-naKeep it bangin' in your pou-na pou-ai-nei....I was illing and cold chilling on the blockAnd willing to let y'all niggas get away with the trash you spillingBut I ain't gon' float and be they life preserverPlay the police, turn this art to murderWord up, we'd rather stay a unheard ofTo the common observer who claim they heard ofKeep my fans forever learners, my plans forever hand to burnerUnderstand you the man, but I'm truck turnerWatchin', watchin', B-E-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse upTry not to curse up, we the big dogsYou the first pup who stuck, spit in the illyYo, for realie, a broke hustlerMakin' y'all willy style look silly while I kill a willOr be killed by lyrical drillAin't a competitor with better the skill, for realNow that you know the time, do you feelMe enough to put me on your $50 bill?Anyway, back to your puna punaWe was conversatin' on how to make your punaSpreadin' and lovin' your bodyAnd my lifelong journey of pederosexualityFor real, give it to me, darlingLeavin' them fake niggas starvin' for a bargainMy *, my *, my *It's never for free, beg your pardonLeavin' them niggas with nothin' to sayWho keeps it bangin' in your show gets puna puna, nayRemain the bomb, diggy day, day, babyKeep it bangin' in your puna punaWhen I die, use my funk for your carry, carry your O-O-K-A-ASing it nowRemain the bomb, diggy day, day, babyKeep it bangin' in your puna punaWhen I die, use my funk for your carry, carry your O-O-K-A-ARemain the bomb, diggy day, day, babyKeep it bangin' in your puna puna, nayWord up, Socrates in the houseBout to turn it on nowWord up, niggas a sin, niggas a speachWord upThey can't * with my styleWhere we go?Check me outFor the time ticks on through the early morning breaks of dawnI'm an emperor whose empire crushes the pornI gave birth to a novel scene, still in the creamBlow out your smoke screenSo nigga freeze cause it's MC and never read the gradeCan't have a punk spilling head cheeseSocrates a felonIn this rap game rebelling and rock stadiums like Van HelenOr Ruth Springsteen, what is war good for, my nigga?Even when cash rules, you still lose, my niggaQuoting the words of a shoddyWhere who is becomes who was and who could've beenWill never be somebodyAll I want's a green in my jeanThe earth is mean so I plot mad * schemesWild for the night, * being polite, my niggaYou're drowning in * creek without a fightWhat, some more psych *?You wanna battle?Touch the micAnd see how close you mightGet a busting missile flickAnd send you back to your dimension of wacknessStorage blocking in with a backflipSo then the beat becomes shankLet the fat woman screamIt ain't over till I finish my skank, niggaThey call me for the timeThey call me for the timeAnd if the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if the clock keeps tickingThen nigga, you will lose no doubtIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if the clock keeps tickingThen nigga, you will lose no doubtAnd if the clock keeps tickingIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if the clock keeps tickingThen nigga, you will lose no doubtMake money, money night and dayFollowin' the footstepsSo you could flow the ack around the wayEveryday's a paydayCooks are livin' the lifeFor kings in the ghettoEmeralds and fat diamond rigsStay up late for a baby, but don't do nothingLet a nigga know that you're rareAnd quit playing Leonard Part 5Recognize my rhymeMy valentines, they a deadly lovePowerful like daddy timeKeep checking your watch before I've tooken your home plateI'm Jackie Robinson, you better dodge BrooklynMy map will never crackSo * pussy butt and I gotMother nature sucking my dick down to nothingAh, an asset to the ramen bizMy nigga, never ask me what time it isI'll pick a quizAnd go sphinx on your ass and ask youIf a nigga falls in the ghettoWill they harass you? And ask youSit and think a deadly venom starts to sinkTo your * skin and melts to your linkThe shaman, getting low on TangerayFlip the script on a A&RStifle him as RNA, promisingHis comfort into the fool, but workSome of the time, but word is bornThe smoke, son, better be wipedBy tomorrow night, finito, capisceOr I might have my way like CarlitoIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if theClock keeps tickingThen nigga you will lose, no doubtIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if theClock keeps tickingThen nigga, you will lose, no doubtIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outAnd if theClock keeps tickingThen nigga, you will lose no doubtIf the time runs outThen brother, you will get turned outWe'll get turned downAnd if the clock keeps tickingNigga, you will lose no time*