You ain't got the lie to kick it I know you like to see me doing bad But I'm doing good *** the police that's rolling through my neighborhood ***in' Peck of wood, see me in a five speed I don't care if his mother***in' eyes bleed This is my weed, this is my world Don't get mad when you see them hunnid spokes curl Hand it out while you spit your last on the pearl Da da da da, I'm hotter than holy water Wish I was your baby father Cause I got a ***in' head on my shoulder And lead in my holster, face on a poster The kinda nigga that you wanna get closer But you can't so you start the line Just like a nigga that think he dying Get to crying, snitching, and testifying To all my people left, I'm talking about your baby mama When she meet Ice Cube, tell her say the drama Yo Cube, I'm gonna have all the bitches here You ain't got the lie to kick it Yo man, *** them bitches, they ain't call me back But I just played my auntie You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me You ain't got the lie to kick it I'ma be as real as I can with this Not just a fake analyst on cannabis Who only say that the world is scandalous Without finding out a way to handle this Dismantle this, either with the rhyme or the fist How the *** we get in the belly of this bitch Or be rich if it wasn't for the snitch Lying to the enemies, white conspiracies I'ma say this to the day that I die 735s bring on vicious lies While you bullshitting, I'm hard hitting like Tupac I keep spitting till my heart stop Young niggas trying to tell me that I'm paid Once they say you played, nigga, you must be paid Pushing weights since the 10th grade, do my thing Got more plaques than Jordan, got rangs, nigga, sign Yo Cube, I got the new Vince 9000 You ain't got the lie to kick it They got the PlayStation and the windshield, nigga You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your mama, tell your daddy, tell your auntie You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me You ain't got the lie to kick it I hate to see your ass coming with your mouth running Talking about something that ain't meaning nothing About your second cousin, who be always buzzing Where she was or wasn't, who she now ***ing Stories bout a dozen, plus you got the sequel To let you tell it, Randy Moss is your people It's evident, your ass lie like the president But stretch marks on your mouth is the evidence How the *** can your friends be the Benjamins And your little ass cars full of fender bins Then you go on the stand with your head up Testifying about a man that's a head cuffs We should do you like the Mac said And if he lie like a crackhead, pop him like a blackhead Let him ooze, let him lose Let him lie about his mother***ing ass on the news Yo Cube, check out this ring, 69 carats You ain't got the lie to kick it Kryptonite You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your momma, tell your daddy, tell your auntie You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your momma, tell your daddy, tell your auntie You ain't got the lie to kick it Tell your cousin, tell your sister, if she want me You ain't got the lie to kick it You know I wrote this, right? Yeah, I produced everything the brother ever did It's me, you can trace it back to me Yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell him how to dress I tell him, yeah, remember he had a jerry curl, I cut his hair Yeah, that's right, yeah, like I produced all his movies We get ready to do something new We get ready to do something new, kind of like a player's club Meets a Titanic with a little touch of fat leech Yeah, yeah, I think you'd be good in that, baby I think you'd be mighty fine in that Yeah, yeah, yeah, where to call me? Call me at Cube's house Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't worry, don't worry about it You know Cube owe me four million dollars But I let him wash my cars on the weekend You ain't got the lie to kick it Lying mother***ers You ain't got the lie to kick it