"This is for the real niggas" Yo, hard beats like this keep my mentality raw

I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex door

My tex-ture be the kind that explore

MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor

I'm more wetter than your boy bigger

So how you figure you can *** with this rap unemployed nigga

I should own a fly bitch house and a Benz

But I got chickenheads criminals and broke friends

That love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'

Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to splittin'

Brains and body parts that motion couldn't picture

Cause when I'm ***tin' niggas hit more decks than a skipper

Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger

Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-

Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly

I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me

Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie

For these Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me

Got a big dick in your bitch clit

When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast

Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any track

Milkier than Similac when I'm next up to bat

"Redman is on the mic and I'ma"

"Dope mother***er, yeah, you best ask somebody" "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" *** the talk I walk whatever I claim to do

Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue

You couldn't run up if your Fighter was Virtua

I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work boots

It's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight

Dust by far, my rap repertoire

Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar

We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the

Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama

Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come here

Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear

Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour that play the

Music loud as *** three in the mornin' off a paper

With mad Zul in the L-S-C

In the downtown area, scannin' the perimeter

All my boos with the open toed shoes

If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you

Then let you taste these, this Brown Fox said

"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Funk Doctor Spock G "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" As I dive into the crowd

I wanna see who the *** gettin' loud

Who the *** runnin' off at their mouth?

I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out

Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal

And *** P they better stick to Chandon

Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out weaves

Breakin' niggas cheap ass chains and medallions

You're just a part time sucker in the game

*** is real mother***er start namin' names

And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal

Give you Under Siege 2 without the ***in' train

Let your brains hang from the 808 bang

And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to blame "Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop" We'll be right back with some more funk ***

For all you stankin' asses after we pay these bills