own
Yo I'll tell you niggas what,
you better stay home and lay your dicks in the cut
I'm going for Hensley,
you for dad,
folding MC's like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Gallons and quarts for sport,
I bust bubbles on the double
Destroying these fools who wanna give me trouble Ball with stubble,
six feet,
women be loving
it Brothers be digging and sticking but I be
shoving it Ready and low with fat tracks from Luke Kitts
Doing my things since 16 and 86 Ayo,
saying that the West ain't it
I'll smart you in your mouth for that
* Let me show you what I claim
I'm doing my thing but everybody out to Cali Don't gang bang,
you better open up the mic
And get out my face,
give me some space Better break out them old knots
You better run for the crib,
cause running your jibs I'll send you home
With a broke back and cracked rib Microphones in control,
so ready explode
Motherfucker need to punch up the flex code
Heaven forbid I rip kids,
get their face blowed Bring them in packs and knock them,
rip them by the caseloads
Ready explode on contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for my comeback
Who on the step to get a rep,
playing double Jeff Me and my man be on these tracks at the NSF
Masked and fused,
hit your fellas off with bad news Tell them
you tried but I think blew you out so dang true
Here's this mic,
you can praise it if you need to Should've been there
when your brother really needed you It's too late,
had to blast off like 38's Food for thought but don't be
eating off no dirty plates I keep it clean and always on the up
and up And your rhymes need to toughen up No gun chatter on
the platter cause it doesn't matter Me and the Wolves
collaborate just to make it fatter You better scatter like the
roaches with the lights on I tell the g-d don't you bother
turning mics on Going deep like quarterbacks on they long throw
And time waits for no man labeled stone
stroke The LP in 97 you'll be seeing me
Gradual shots to your knock,
got you seeing three I'm running rhymes
while the clock is steady running time
Crab him,
squeeze it in your block and start running line
Fiends told me running time was a lie,
it's not a time to lie
Coming in thirds,
brothers shouldn't say another word Kicking
your rhymes but they with verses already heard
Give me respect and be the rast with the triple threat
Smashing track cause already know what's coming next
So I predict that all these brothers gonna be riding
Break out the axe because it's time that you get 86
Playing these 12s in nightclubs like they legendary
I'm first class and everybody else is secondary
But don't you worry all these brothers got your vision
blurry Ready to fix your cataracts with the fattest tracks
Keep it intact with tight screws,
roll with tight grooves And now you
missing in your faces on tonight's news
So pay your dues,
don't nobody make it overnight You heard the
single and you thought that it was over right?
No,
cause I can do it to you every time Me and
Peanut Butter Group got them running line
Fiends told me running time was a lie,
it's not a time to lie
There, baby already seen you're gonna die