Where the copper the clay the arsnic and tin Run in your blood and under your skin I'll leave the county behind I'm not coming back Oh follow me down cousin Jack
to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whip on whip, it's off the hard I'm the neighborhood Pusha Call me sub woofer, 'cause I pump bass like that, Jack
to show the 6 X 9 gots to show watch that boy be reclinin Im strait pop a pill and Kici diamond grill them boys is locked up show when I come through
I ain't gon' front, yo I love you and all that, son (then say that!) You my first cousin, (then say that, Ghost, say that) You my first cousin, though
get my shine Such a lady of grace with such a hood frame of mind Summertime's here, dazzy dukes are in order Swingin' with my cousin a lil' thicker,
Hittin' corners in a six trey Chevrolet rag top Impala, top dollar Got my cousin laid back ridin' shotgun 'Cause I got the front and back hydraulic hot
got to show the 6 X 9 gots to show watch that boy be reclinin Im strait pop a pill and Kici diamond grill them boys is locked up show when I come through
end I know one I depend Im struggling for my ends I promise you I'm gon win Fuck the competition and fuck an Expedition I need paper in my hands to stop
with Big Lee Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck
Some rappers pick up the mic and like to dabble But I'm gonna flow with the show and never babble Take your hand, make your stand To my left, jeff, your
I damage the block I scramble like Randall with rocks I'm that ***** in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me
Read the resume first and I bet 'em Paralyzin', hard to trace like Venom The more than diluted while strictly be chillin' To play a better show on screen than Jack
up, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin' all loud, But I throw what you make at your show at my crowd There
on the mic and show the people a little something Yo, brothers grab the mic and plan on waxing me But since they're no match to me they can't do jack
hoe, here we go again Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can?t win You stole the beat, are you havin' fun? Now, me and the Aud?s gonna show you
