(Treach)
We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture
Ya bitch ya I'll fix ya raise a rapture ripped ya scripture
I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills
ta get a track ta kill them rap at will the I is capital
double L lower case t o w n
No trouble I'll bust your bubble then leave you for ruin
Such come a dime a dozen fuck some
You lost the race by a dick slut's cum cos nuts won
What fun freaking it frequently, freak wit me, slick ta freak quick
Your girl's poonany's packed like tha freaknic
We get redicu-down-diculous and devious, believe me bitch
Now your fucking soul ain't so mischevious
Diss who? We're the hip-hop rap pounder founder
Ricocheting PM to AM, frying freestyle flounders
big as bouncers
Ounce ta ounces
Don't make us check you
yes you, just know respect due!
(Vinnie)
I'm hearin niggas in the game yappin this yappin that
Talkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rap
but I bet if you put a pen and pad in my hand
I could write it in your face my friend, put it on tape and then
give it to my nigga Kay Gee, he produces me
Pump it thru the Flavor Unit, spread it thru the industry
The next three weeks my single done peaked on the rap sheets
Sound's knockin from malls to swapmeets
And then there's oh mad tours and oh mad whores
We sign autographs by the G's in the in-stores
And then there's oh mad sex and ASCAP checks
So when I, um, plex it, it's me I'm in the beamer or Lexus
Guess which nigga is next to flex this
Style that I be rippin's authentic so don't text this
(Treach)
You can foo
