[00:21.47]Yo, I know the streets is watchin
[00:22.96]Dirty date niggas caught blockin or glockin
[00:24.34]Waitin for my down four street got options
[00:26.95]**** yall, yall can ball, ima stay rockin
[00:29.08]All emcees falled when I heard the albums droppin
[00:31.51]Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction
[00:33.38]Raps in a state of emergency, its shockin
[00:35.50]I produce joints that loosen up the socket
[00:37.70]Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit
[00:40.19]Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin it
[00:42.62]Ride the **** out, bust a clip for the **** of it
[00:45.07]This is as good as it get, who you rollin with? （you）
[00:47.75]Who the ultimate? （wu）
[00:48.76]Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit
[00:50.32]Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick
[00:52.15]I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits
[00:53.58]And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture
[00:56.79]Yo, yo, yo, I cop a new benz, crash the front
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[01:15.24]So hard the airbags use nasal pumps
[01:17.37]Jump out, cock the shoti （rasie em up）
[01:19.87]I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough
[01:21.76]Inform the former the first step was a warm-up
[01:23.88]The next stepll bomb on where your car alarm was
[01:26.14]Chikens thatll run in, burn the barn up
[01:28.35]Shotsll tear sean john and phat farm up
[01:30.40]I never gotta soul train award
[01:32.02]Never lost to emcees as lame as yall
[01:34.58]Never, trick a bitch car payment off
[01:36.71]Im a orangatang when the chain is off
[01:38.95]Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask
[01:43.19]Leavin stains of blood on your rolie glass
[01:45.31]When Im in your hood nigga throw me bags
[01:47.51]Lets trick the night fantastic
[02:05.44]Im flexable, they used to call me plastic
[02:55.40]These big butt bitches get they ass kicked
[03:00.84]It is what it is, shittin on yall kids
[03:01.02]Couldnt live where we live
[03:01.14]I cant be defeated like nobody used to wizz
[03:01.40]Like, when daddys home cant nobody beat the kids
[03:01.64]Right? you know the clan and you know the ****in man
[03:01.90]Meth rock a mic without a kickstand
[03:02.09]Two blunts, and razors in his wristband
[03:02.27]Slap you and your bitch man
[03:02.40]Lookin in your lobby, call me stick-man
[03:03.53]When its goin down, call me quicksand
[03:03.73]Zero to sixty in a second, pack a smith & weston
[03:04.79]And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant
[03:06.11]For this aggression, no question, m-e to the f it be flexin
[03:07.48]As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson
[03:08.47]Cuz what if I decide to start testin the joint in the mutha****in session?
[03:08.81]Let a nigga get into it
[03:09.31]Lubricate yall veins with your do-it fluid
[03:10.49]I einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it
[03:11.56]Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest
[03:11.82]Now Im on the highway, doing it my way
[03:12.95]With street the legal, meth, roc, and doc friday
[03:13.38]Performin like the weather was warm
[03:14.94]And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms
[03:16.31]And keep the ghetto, pop your metal
[03:16.50]Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow
[03:17.50]The addiction, aint no friction
[03:17.63]I got them rap heads fillin out a prescription
[03:21.93]With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes
[03:24.49]And burn the arch, like a iron to your face
[03:26.41]These long hard years spent oxy-cleanin - make it clear
[03:29.04]Look out! big sauks is here, hit the button