[Verse 1 - One] They me Bad Lieutenant when my eyes are squinted of the 70s and the 80s was in it Lost the first in the 9-0 and liable To get the gun buckin at 5-0, I'm I'm from a where the *niggas* are jelly And pretend to be your friend and put one belly And you can keep on yelling, the won't come You want beef, we got and then some We from the era we learned on our own Runnin in the streets with both parents at home Kind of hard to find a un alone - caused we was crewed up on the walls taught wars and getting chewed up
[Verse 2 - St. Slim] Now I don't know y'all, but I'm bout to make a small fortune By taking things and blowing em out of proportion Using as my second language mom I'm famous, I mean I'm flagrant You say you write best rhymes when you high I say I write my best rhymes I'm fly This is why I'm cold, I'm nice If you want my CD I will give you special Haha, take Trummond's St. Paul the best homie, none of its hype So please lil asshole, your mouth closed 'Fore your be like "Look at my son, he out cold"
[Verse 3 - Muja You could I'm focused by the look in my eye You could see I'm dirty by how clean my is You know I tell the truth, I got no to lie Hey, like I my chicks "You ain't got a lotta kick it" All I'm trynna do is get a of the pie And these bricks into a legit business Now run along and go to your wives And leave me and here to play with these bitches You know I spit the sickest sickness syphilis Mixed with malaria, it, the more the merrier B-Boy, D-Boy, yep I'm in area Messiah uh huh, hello America
4 - YZ] Yo, yo, y'all wack, yo the fuck is new? I'm back wit and the crew To do this you need style, I you knew not a diss, yo it's just my point of view Maybe if I turn sideways, y'all *niggas* Throw lyrics my way of the highway Now getting ran over by and Land Rovers We starred, you sub par, send your man over Pardon, you gon' step to Spit phat, not anorexic Come stacked boy, it ain't no need to go I knock rappers out, y'all scratch and hair
[Verse 5 - Brother I hustle hard for the of god My life has the biggest struggle for the bloody start I knuckle up and throw the hands of my thug at So when the shit hit the fan I don't come apart, I and shrug it off - the Big Brother's big brothers Catch is here to turn to wrist cutters trust it ain't no regular shit That's a polite and a sensitive pimp You would it was a party, not a Cadillac mosque, have a knack Dr. Dre Training Day rappers don't how to act Remove em all my sight like a cataract Poof! It's a act
6 - Toki Wright] Walk beats like DMC, three stripes Leaver be three strikes, need three swipes DVDs, clean, cuts brush dandruff Mobile phones, suited loan, courted blown Chilling at the party in stance And they looking at me funny, why? Cause they dance So I'm cutting up and shutting up, I'm but just enough To lean on top of this metropolis with Walk like a pimp, like a Macintosh scars, also trynna figure out your avatar Leave the cameras on, told ya partner that he perform Brought a torch to burn the building, he I'ma hand it to him
7 - Blueprint] Yeah, yeah, I solemnly To fight the good fight as long as I'm But sometimes the good fight seem fair all the best soldiers we had ain't here They now, we all on our own now And of those left ain't got no style You give em an inch they try to a whole mile Too overconfident to keep a low your brakes, stay in your lane A bunch of chasing fame I'll your face and take your chain Sit 5 dollar ass down before I make change
8 - Slug] Break these chips down, count your Ain't nothing free, it's a James Brown So god bless the now and give it To the of the drums while none of us outlive it I treat Hip Hop a sport Stay on my game, put my time on the While you and get high some more explain why your team can't find support Now me in the back wit a whisky Chattin up a missy like I'm attractive and I have to dip to do my raps and get Why don't you come see me when I'm back in city?