Yo T Lite…wats It Be…wat It Aint…so Wats Up Wit Da Fake Paint...
Ure Lookin White…wat U Faint…those Tear Drops Are Fake…
How U Gone Lie…puttin Red And Black Paint In Ure Eyes…
Shows That Ure Weak…like Monday It’s The First Day Of The Weak…
U Still Go Time To Change/just Don’t Steel Ure Sistas Pokect Change/
Cause That’s Wrong…u Cat Is Strange…ghetto Hoe-boy…
Ridin Whorses…one Whip To Whip More…one More Hit And Ure A Bitch Fo Shore
Sit Bak And Spit No More…i Know Its Lyrikal Galore…i Talk Real So I Know Its Not Fake Folklore…
Its Not A Lie A Fib Or Even A Fable…i Am Independent I Have No Label…cause I Don’t Care…i Am Half And Half…tha Hulk…
Spittin Out Rhymez In Bulk I Crush Any Nigga...
You Think You Big...nigga Im Bigga
Makin Money In Rolls…never Spend Money On A Whore…
Neva Open A Bitched Door…im A Rude Nigga…but Still I Love…