yo i'm like jay home boy "wheres the love"
when i pull out the strap homie wheres your thugs
i'm going to be like oj wheres the glove
with killa vinacular to wear out your lungs
lyrical pimp treat mc's like a bitch
make bitches wish they were never mixxxxed
put it together i rock guns ya'll rock leather
pants in the winter skitrts in hot weather
i aint never been afraid to strike like lightning
on white boys who try to fake like they lite skinned
look i leave you shookin seven different ways
when i spit and spray your gonna dip and lay
or get clipped away i'm hott might have seen me on cops
in jamaica Queens with a pack of bohemian rocks
like look i got em for cheap i don't like mc's shakin or mixxxed i like em beat