Hand me a little bit of ummorange pineapple juice
I ma sip on itcheck it out

I got a rhymeyou got a rhyme
But my rhyme is better than yours
(repeat 2X)

U-A-Cthey get they P s and
No I.D.be gettin his P s and
The Late Showthey get they P s and
ProfessaNotsthey get they P s and

Peep the maneuverhow bout the Heim-lich
I rhyme sick and you can get the duckcoon
I m the shityou re shit out of lucktough
I m the act to followhousing kids like Ronald
Mac like Donald Goinesflows I change like coins
Choyoyoyyoyoyyngchoyoyoyyyyngchoyoyoyoyyyyyng
I draw a crowd like blood with the pint of technique
and everybody there be like"YEAH!"
Cause cain t near a nig dat ll say WhoompThere It Is
I m like a mom on section 8over-bearing kids
shit they be like"Com-mon!" That s my muhfucka true
Youse a hamburgerI ma Fudrucker
askin me to lettuce ketchupknowin you can t cut the mustard
So where s the beefjerky?
I m as Worthy as Jamesnot that good with names
but I do remember your face from someplace this is one taste
of Chicagowe got mo many mo many mo many mo flavors
Don t just come to mego ask thy neighbor-I m-a-hood takin niggaz under
on the tundracause "they re plainthey re plain" (Fantasy Island)
I m on a plateau that is fat so
It s just a fan-tasyfor the fans to see
how I landI m grand like a finale
I m goin back to Cali (why?) cause Cali got bitches check it
Aiyyo Dart this is a sickness

Dee-da-da-da-doo-doodee-da-daah-eh-da-da
Dee-da-da-da-DOO-doodee-da-dadee-da-da
South Siderock on and
The West Sidewe gotta rock on and
Hey yo Chicagowe gotta rock on and
The East coastyou gotta rock on and
The West coastyou gotta rock on and
ah down Southyou gotta rock on and
Check it... "Now you can go!"

Mister Pussy Emceejust get on gone
Get on goneyou pussy MC!
Steppin to mewith them dirty feets you ll get defeated
like Kunta KinteI m kin to the Lynn crew
My greatgreatgrandpap done been through
so much it s in my hemoglobin to be a ill nigga
So I figure like a father... that I ma Turn This Mutha Out
But Common you ain t hittin in New York
I don t know what you thought hopsbut chief I got tall props
Some cats think I m six feet I m so deep
Some stunts be thinkin I m six-fo my shit be hittin like switches
Bitchesaskwhy mybritchessag
I ask the bitches"Why your titties saggin?"
Put your nipple to the bottle I bust rhymes like breastses
I can get downd-d-d-down like pessimist
"Ring the Alarm"I got Charm like a neck-a-lace
Tell the truthtell the truthy all had to move your neck to this
Didn t youdidn t you... and itand itand it
and it don t stopbust it

"Gotta crew ya better tell em" --> Keith Murray

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