Y'all ain't touchin' the combustible Bill Huxtable
My image shifts quick, swift like Truth to fuck a hoe
I'm dolla-bill amassin' while y'all are still askin'
And if moms ain't got paid, y'all just sit flaccid
Borrow the whip and just floss it, white tees and fitteds
Drivin' around the scene wit no ducketts to buy tickets
On the cell wit no minutes, admit it, y'all is just image
Distorted by tha Truth, and Tha Q is his spinach
Y'all in the village visitin', Greenwich niggas, figures
We're about the stick up, like marble columns and pillars
And I marvel at you bitches, y'all like Marvin the Martian
Green cuz y'all watchin' Tha Q's marvelous progress
And Tha Truth's ominous prospects, our targets process
Cheese more than the projects, y'all eat what us stars left
Scraps, y'all can wrap it up, we rap it up, on the map
Like Africa, we can back it up, only ur Bras got straps
It's suitable this rudiment of mine, I'm a verbal dentist
Flossin' my words so fresh, verbal decay is prevented

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