There's not much you could do or say to me People I'm a little bit crazy I get it all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy'll Have to step in once in a while to save me
To make me stop and about it 'fore I just say things Sometimes I forget other people just may think A lot of probably wouldn't know how to take me If they heard some shit I layed to tape they erase me
I may be a little too fast-paced and Sometimes the average rewinds and plays me Twenty times 'cause I say so many it may seem Like I'm going too fast my mind is racing
And I could give a fuck category you place me Long as I'm pushin' up daisies and gone As as you place me amongst one of them greats When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool Jay-Z
For every single die-hard fan who me I'm thankful for the in which God gave me And I'm thankful for the that he placed me Believe it or not, I my mom, far as she raised me
In a neighborhood daily that jumped and me It only made me I am today See regardless of what believes who hates me You ain't gonna make or me
Tryin' to strip me of my credibility or make me fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude 'Cause sooner or later you are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you've been
To say to me, you had all this to think about it Now don't pussy out and try to out, face me 'Cause I've been patiently for the day That we finally meet, in the place to see
No matter how battles I been in and won No matter how many on my nuts No how many MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how many on my nuts No matter how many I eat up Oh, it's never
My flow's untouchable, now you gotta it Uh oh, it gets worse when I go back to the You gon', say the shit and get your whole face split The smell of victory love it so I can taste it
I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it Your peace talk, it, your shit sounds, dated You're over-rated, I'm To study your moves crush you motherfuckers
If I'm the best and the worst then God's is a curse Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' boy? I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit To be specific I go ballistic, hieroglyphic
My music is a drug, press play you ain't sniff it Shoot it or pop it, roll it bag it or it It get you high over and but you gotta cop it When it's hot it's hot, hatin' is undeniable, stop it
No how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my No how many MC's I eat up Oh, never enough
No matter how many battles I in and won No matter how magazines on my nuts No matter how MC's I eat up Oh, it's enough