Yo it's the slick fuckin trick tight nigga from the Heights again
I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?Micalin?*
So I pretend to be somethin that you ain't
You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust I'll do ya somethin
sick
I'm bad to the bone gnaws at the gristle
Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple
If you live along my end yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon)
I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple
Word to God, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis
That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow POW!
CAUGHT, now hook em to the respirator drip
The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator
Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light
at the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit
Chorus:
Here we go
Here we go yo, time to get dumped
Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go
*repeat x3*
Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce
We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce
So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me
You're gettin killed in my territory (word up)
You think ya clever son but you're never son
Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like Edison
I think ya better run cos I'm comin at'cha
And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya
Ya little bastard ya get the last hit
When I blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket
I kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow
You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so
Chorus
Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see you fumblin, kill the
mumblin
Cos when I'm on the track I'm never wacked when I be rumblin
Like dis, like dat, I'm fatter
