All you niggaz better leave the fuckin state, no need to masturbate Fuckin with Biggie, it's time to castrate.. it's clobberin time When I rip rhymes I quench thirsts like Very Fine and I'm still thirsty - niggaz wanna hurt the, six-pack, maniac Coke, tecs, and macs black Check the stacks, what the fuck? I throw uppercuts like Riddick Bowe And I'm wicked with the slow-flow, y'know? I'm pressin hard, I'm leavin creases Cuttin up bodies and talkin to the pieces * If there's beef I'm eatin meatless Touch the bone, hit the dome, Al Capone Get stoned off the blunt when it's filled with the skunk Get drunk, and do a demolition to punk And all chumps, that scream that my shit don't thump They catch lumps and bumps, I'll put a shake in your rump