Verse One:
Stay in school was the motto but I'd rather hit lotto
Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle
In the spot with a BAC of .13
And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street
I lounge with a clique thick as the '93 Freaknik
Smokin a beadie flippin the script like a hermaphrodite
So choose your weapon if ya got beef chief
Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets
Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat
Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back
The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes
He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight
But didn't know who flew heads
I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez
Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes
Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues
Chorus:
Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'
So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)
Verse Two:
I step through crews as if they was holograms
Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn
Kid, I am the man that you think you are
5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar
Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics
And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does
Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted
Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started
Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck
The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya
Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!)
It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas
The earthquakes on l
