I come on stomping mud holes in tracks like Timbaland The producer and the booth, niggas so don't get cute I come through in the coupe with the chopped off roof Humiliate you then blast you in your birthday suit
You a small side order of apple cider I'm a three hots in a cot dungeon rider My hardcore street team crash the party with Def Jam And incorporate murda like Gotti
How about in back of the yellow cab like Seinfeld Chew you like little neck clams on half shells I got a hypochondriac flow that get real ill Get nauseous to the beat, I spit sick at will
And the time has come and your shit is sour You need to turn your flow up an hour Give you a permanent lean, like the Pisa Tower With a hoes that will wet you down like a cold shower
Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh Come through and blast the spot, yeah man And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"
And yeah, I hear you talking motherfucker write the check And if you in the house then protect your neck I'm 'Mister see you anywhere it's gon' be a showdown' So ya'll better have lyrics when I come 'round
Cause I ain't lost a battle since God knows when Some niggas tried to front but they gots no win Taught how to prevent to lose and handle the win Like birds are made to fly and fish made to swim
Wait a minute, homie you don't really know me, homie I'll take you to a picnic boy you lunch meat With my dazzling appearance and my world wide clearance I am treacherous, inferior, impermanent, impetuous
I rock like an archaeologist Draw a picture like a forensic artist, perform like a dramatist I'm fabulously wicked, miraculous Rustic, majestic, ridiculous, oh, my goodness
Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh Come through and blast the spot, yeah man And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
And my folks if you with me where you at? Yes sir If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine Everybody scream, "Oh, my goodness"
Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah Oh, my goodness Keith Murray gon' make you go uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, Def Squad gon' make you go ah, ooh, ooh, ah Oh, my goodness
And you in line motherfucker like them people in court So when I see you I'm a pop your top like a cork I pack flow like ammo, spit like camels Come through and bless your whole crew like achoo
But some still wanna holla, pop they collar Fucking with me like I run a funeral parlor Linguist, lyricist out for chips like Estrada Bilingual emcees even couldn't even couldn't do me nada
With this mic I'm handy, flows be dandy It's a full moon and hoes wanna fuck like Brandy Yeah, I've been hated on, you probably heard it And I kicked their little ass but them niggas deserved it
And I'm still in the hood and I still rep the hood Still tee'ing off for a long green like Tiger Woods I ain't even gotta say it, ya'll know when it's hot So ya'll go back up in the vocal box
Yo we got the shit on lock, uh huh Come through and blast the spot, yeah man And my name is the record, so check it, when I put it on record Everybody say, "Oh, my goodness"
And my folks if you with me, where you at? Yes sir If you love what I'm doing holla back, talk to me And when I step on the scene, a lean mean wrecking machine Everybody scream, "Oh, my