shout, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You're dippin your hand in the grab bag Stopping and than I
bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches One by one I knock you out, bitches You're dippin your hand in the grab bag Stopping and than I drop it,
on the earth, ain't no shit to cure me I am surely, a rhyme busta, fuck ya If you go against the kid then I'll have to crush ya Knock you down like a
singles, I'm droppin one of my targets Lord forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits I gave you "All I Do Is Win", I live this shit And, we the best,
you crown is rip cause rapper you sound counterfeit. You get a round of clips - if you play hard You stay scarred thinkin of graveyard you're in a caveyard
brew ? You don't smoke brew... If you do I'll choke you and then I guarantee I'll out smoke you You're crew's a joke too and I can stick my dick in a
hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make his shoes work Aiyyo, this shit be off the knock
day I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think
I inject Kick credit for realism and the truth I project Because I could bust rhymes for fun,or cut MC's like a knife But the topic I love is the drama
Mind if I bend ya? Over rover, do me like Gumby I'm sure you'd like that, you little skank And when I finished I stuffed her fucking head in the fish
out in staircases The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+ But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas with Latifah broke the code of Geneva I know when I reach the other
soul drippin out da pores Openin' up doors, sellin out tours Ready to make top core bills with thrills Like honeys with chills And shakes and shivers all over when I
gladness What I mean is I'm on the scene I'm the Queen of Royal Badness Well it's the Lah, T-I-F-A-H While I say my rhyme, Mark creates The direct hi
. Girls get pretty-ed up, then they comin' out the club. Rap cats, lock it up. Worldwide vision where everybody sees clear. I could get you ten here.
