[Chorus 2X: Masta Killa] What you see, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet Ah, you ain't seen nothing, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet, I thought I told you
[Masta Killa] What you see is what you get And you don't see and don't respect You must be blind and can't detect That I am from that BK set Where Bible men flex big chains round necks Wet late night sex, big dice game vets Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west Weed gun men bet, then all run it down, it's all good I thought I told you, and your mother step in the square, I bet I fold you Rhyming on timing, I shine like I'm suppose to Nothing come close to son, it's suppose to shine, I thought I told you
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[Masta Killa] Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra I guess it just comes with the life of a star Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw I know you never heard it like this before Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw Raw 'caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word Break a man jaw on the floor, that's what you pay for Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sun