geting the dust off, its been a min
 

you a bitch nigga, a switch nigga
a hoe on the corner, i seen you on 125th nigga
a broke lame with no hook to fish bigger
a ez-plate i seen coming like a fix-dinner
a blood dress in a blue mink like you need to skip winter
shaq of the rap, that's compared 2 mac, call me a big center/sinner
you aint the only one destroyin M.C like dance move from hammer
1 min you hot-step'in, next you on the strecher infront of cammra's
that'll capture your pain and expose it on the news,
cuz over dose'in, the only time you can list'in to my track and snooz!
dont resist like you cant lose,
cuz like dead machanic's, i'll also burry the tool's
i'll knock your leg's off and tell you to stand-up
and help'in fallen elder's the only time you held your Gram-up
i'll punch your moms an pop you like pill's with shady
blast your girl nipples off, and brest feed your baby
going agenist me thats crazy, no artist could trace me
i'll mash-u-patato's head nigga till i feel its gravey
you really degrace me, dont ever try to replace me
i'll pop you in the store while dress'in so then maybe you May-see/mayce *store*