sendin' three thru ya fitted is tha only way you'll be leakin wit knowledge/
cuz im too trite to ignite and acknowledge i can't be touched/
and you couldn't -oversea- me if you worked for tha dutch/
i know it's alot for you ta clutch but juss grasp on and try/
cuz its no lie i spit wicked shit like birds on tha fly/
and you ask why be brash about tha task at hand/
when its no secret you leaked it in tha palm of my hand/
and i aint talkin' bout givin' up classified information/
im talkin' bout settin' you down in front of a standin' ovation/
bullets racin' and pacin' lookin' for victims faces/
ready ta zero in on tha -pussies- detected by tha traces/