Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga   My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger   I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real   And I'll be on your ass like bugs on a windshield      So bring your grip or you can think twice   'Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice   I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon' rock it   Once the shit drops, that's dough to the pocket      I cut hand, you still can't get no cards   You couldn't deal with Scoob if we was playin' cards   But if I got beef and it's time for code red   My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed   So hurry up and skedaddle      Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle   So where you from? England, you somebody great?   You burnin' Scoob, "I don't think so mate"   I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke      I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"   Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone   and play like E.T. and phone your black ass ho-wome   Yo Sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove   Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove      Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe   When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back   I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder   how you got dope like Sauce, money you didn't do it      I write my own with bigger hope, drink of Scope   Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a nigga doe   Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic   N.B.A. style, fann-tastic   No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed      'Cuz I like, to grab my dick with my right   Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play   Win Lose or Draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway   As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take Eddie      If I was Fred, I think I'd have to bone Betty   Suckin' and luckin', hey, niggaz I'm duckin', nay   Nada no never meaning ain't no motherfuckin way   Rappers get gassed come on and get fast      Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your ass   One line and that's fear   Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear   So Shyheim, if your down with the groove   Get on the mic it's time to show and prove      Yo, yo, I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher   And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger   So check me out, as I flip this here track kid   And make mad noise like a Metallica record      I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin'   When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted   'Cause I rock the world from U.S.A. to Asia to Russia   If your shit stinks I'ma flush ya, then bust ya   Like a crazy man from Cali son      My jams be packed like a Farrakhan rally, what?   You know my style, I put the F in effin' foul   The Rugged Child locks you down like Rikers Isle   And got more girls than a Trailerload with Shabba      More Super than Cat, I'm the punani Don Dada   So Big Daddy, if you're down with the groove my man   Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove      Now tell me whoooo is the man?   With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand   And steppin' to me, thinkin' I can be touched? Huh   Not even Michael Jordan'll gamble that much, yo      I get down on it and give it to rappers   That even act like they want it   I come for your title kid, run it!   Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit      Ahh yeah, that's that shit   Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia   That is I thrown ya, scold ya, Jones ya, I tried to warn ya   You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia   What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya      Look inside my rap book at every text my man   And see that I got, more essays than the Mexican   The Messiah that's feared great, leavin' rappers in a weird state   Scared straight, for their prepared fate      Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant   So well in it with every single element   And competition gets none! Huh   If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run      I see the way you're trying to get to me   But with with speech impediment, man you gotta come better G   You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again   Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with      The non-resistable, non-competible   No no I'm not sayin' I'm the best   I'm just sayin I'm fuckin' incredible!   And let's just make one more thing understood      That if I fart on a record, trust me nigga it'll sound good   So Jay-Z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow   Get on the mic it's time to show and prove      Uh, one checkin' it two, checkin' it three   Check out the J, check out the A   Check out the Y, check out the Z, Hey G!   I'm breaking MC's up like EPMD   And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me      I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow   I've been in it runnin' a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal   Uhh, the greatest nigga to touch it, you niggaz can't fuck with   The, incredible skills of the G from Brooklyn, big up kid   And ain't no eatin me up, you fast fuckin' with jigga      I'm like Prince jeans, I bring the ass out a nigga   When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it   Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it   I'm the cocky breed, I'm dope like poppy seed      I live one rent from besides that be   between get off my dick and stop jockin' me   When I bust a rhyme you're diggin' the sound   I know you lovin' the way it's, goin' down baby   So Ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya   Get on the mic and show and prove      Come on, Wu-Tang killa bees on a swarm   Rain on your college ass, disco dorm   Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget   You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit      Because the way that I dress this style mad wild   Enough to make a crowd of women scream "Ow!"   Whether at a party or just in bed   All thoughts on Ason, keep that in your head      Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky   Sometimes I'll be like "Well god damn what's the recipe?"   I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know   she says "Go ask you goddamned father!"   It's all about me in the place to be      Niggas thing they all that, yo, that shit is G   Mad game and it's a motherfucking shame   How many enemies wanna claim the name   Of Ason, who carries on like a manager   Yo sounds fly right danger