| now picture this a man wit his whole thing in order | |
| movin through life at will he ill | |
| he make his own teeth growl wit his generous style | |
| but he still no joke wit his wisdom and smile | |
| givin pounds all around no need to act foolish | |
| enjoy the time no need to get toolish | |
| i spit it out wit the general feelin that | |
| once u vibe wit it then you keep on comin back | |
| the north south and east and the west | |
| wanna see which crew can do it the best | |
| Is it the North, where people drink juice and Smirnoff? | |
| Girls go hard but they lips stay soft | |
| the west where cats throw jets to play | |
| smokin green all day keep a loked out sway | |
| east..side..the hustle get real | |
| pretty young things with their mass appeal | |
| or the south where thugs keep gold in their mouth | |
| big ol' girls with their thang hangin' out | |
| whatever it is I hope you evolve | |
| we gon push it to my level let the G evolve come on | |
| Chorus: [Q-Tip] | |
| Go..go at..go at it hard..real hard | |
| [Q-Tip] | |
| everybody take note to your man and ya'll | |
| and I will take note to the grand | |
| it's venomous I mean the way they hate | |
| they can't wait for my to mize me meet my great but | |
| no attention I give them no light | |
| niggas gotta know that I go through mics | |
| go through walls with sounds and speakers with real drives | |
| You can't fuck this nigga from Tribe a yo | |
| I put my mind to the work in here | |
| and make sure that all of ya can understand | |
| that I don't do bitch, I don't do tricks | |
| I stay doing beats while you stay layin' bricks | |
| I do do the things that keep me from the rest | |
| and I do that well if I do suggest yo | |
| put your hands on your system and feel me out | |
| or put your hand on your money and hold your cloud | |
| the indoor seat of lady galor seas | |
| she get touched once and she'll never divorce me | |
| hey clear your brain as I implimate raw thoughts | |
| you shouldn't be aware that I don't get off course | |
| stayin' steady on it niggas ain't ready for it | |
| flourin' it hard with A.J. Pettite on it | |
| a noble's face and I'm doing my pace | |
| makin' sure all my conrads get a true taste | |
| what?.. a good shit and I'm ringing your memory | |
| we goin' hard yo and that's how it need to be | |
| so wake up and take that sleep outcha eyes my friend | |
| here's the mot-to in your ear hear this again | |
| Chorus | |
| heavy hitters knockin shit out the park | |
| you didn't even really play tell me why did you start |