d-*i-z* from the famous dark b-o-*y-z*//
everything u got, i had since '99 as far as *i-see*//
my apparel from headband to 2way stays *i-cey*//
(even your timbs, diz?) hey, they *might-be*//
when it comes to lyrics...herbs *site-me*//
when it comes to this trigger... i *might-squeeze*//
i'm *tight-see*? rock anything from phat farm to *nike*//
dont *spite-me*, kids grow up thinkin they *like-me*//
if they thinkin sick thoughts perhaps they *might-be*//
when cops come i *might-freeze* (sike!)//
or open fire faster than R. Kelly can spell sodomy//
gettin into emcees minds like an un-welcomed lobotomy//
get off me, you wasnt down from the jump like my other g's//
what is u thinkin? think your normal skills suprisin me?//
u slangin rocks while i live off my m-i-n-d//
you can not touch me...give my real friends ends like biggie//
strictly city, mix my cliques wit remy (crazy people...)//
supreme streets, only rep DB, you see me? //
I'm a goddess of lyrical mastery//
pass the weed, look at this masterpeice//
and tell me honestly...you aint feelin me?//