to body a nigga in this motherfucker All my riders, all my killers, all my motherfuckers Holla at me man, let me Know whatsup nigga Niggaz be tryna please the crowd when they creatin' their rhymes
big Bad Ass in this motherfucker, see y'all niggaz know the half Still representin' the O, homey the Eastside, nigga 100th Ave Unfuckwittable, see all we bust is rhymes
nigga Let's get it crump Yeah, yeah, yeah Pass me them Swisher sweets, let's get it crump If a nigga disrespect me, I'mma prove my shit and dump Blast rhymes
Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin' Z Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes
Barker, yeah, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Lil' Jon, Yelawolf, let, let, let's go (Let's go) Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes (Let's go) Holla 'em
the good ones ride But I need that diss, I need that rhyme I'm stealin' your ***, I'm stealin' your rhyme This is sameness and that's why I'm Showin'
ha ha ha, errr, umm, ah, fuck it Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Wheee! Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme
up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme
clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme
the streets Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sound so sweet Yes I'm the same old G, same goatee stayin' low key, nope Holler at
hoes in check (?) [20:55] Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning with tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little
Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya
ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin' Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get
you Never loved you Never was you I'mma touch you I'mma bust you I'mma crush you Mother fuck you That's my nigga Aaron Yates Style lee lee killa Norman Bates Holla
, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga, holla It'
fucked for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag I stole out the showroom with the pricetag I wrote this rhyme