[Verse 2:] A million here a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoking the thinnest air, I open the Lamborghini Hoping them crackers see me like look at that bastard Weezy He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherfuckin' problem Ok you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scaring nothin' On some faggot bullshit, call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch, call me on my Sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch And she ain't shy no more, she changed her name to "My Bitch" Yea nigga that's my bitch So when she ask for the money when you through Don't be surprised, bitch It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: you ain't got shit Motherfucka I'm ill, not sick And I'm ok, but my watch sick Yeah my drop sick Yeah my Glock sick And my knot thick I'm it Motherfucker I'm Ill! Yeah, see...
[Verse 3:] They say I'm rappin' like B.I.G, Jay, and 2pac Andre 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who dat? Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep dat flame, man Who dat one dat do dat boy? You knew dat, true dat, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't "O U" like 2 vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the pen sharing showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many bitches like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucka I say life ain't shit without me Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe look like it's poutin' I do what I do and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain Dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me. I'm illi I'm illie C3 3Peat