Yeah, L.O.D.   Keith Murray, Def Squad   Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith   You wanna hit?   Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad      Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents   And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit   My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip   Fuck all that sensuous shit, I represent intellectual violence      And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments   Like Redman I shift with tha ruck   If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up   No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy      Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities   I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love ta hate ya   'Cause youse a freak by nature, can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya   Drink your style down straight wit' no chaser      My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back   As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react   Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp   Break your concentration, murder your camp      For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz   Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis   Niggaz comin' through and actin' wild   Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile, I shot ya      Yo, I conversate wit' many men, it's time to begin again   Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?   Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body   Secret society, tryin' to keep they eye on me      But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me   Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.   It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player   I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker      While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real   Yeah, you motherfuckin' right kid you know the deal   My Mobb is infamous just like the fuckin' title read   You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed      Some, kids feeling guilty 'bout the   But you first baby girl so just face it   But anyway, back on the real side of things   My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings      Not only is it inside the songs that we sing   Everything is real not just a song that we sing   From my life to the paper, very accurately   Give you all of my two so maybe you can three      Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E   My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea   How dare you ever in your life walk past me   Without acknowledgin' this man as G-O-D, I shot ya faggot ass      Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews   Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news   Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego   Slaughterin' people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico      I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer   These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger   Than these weaklings, seekin', for respect that ain't there   Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air      Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties   While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi   Call the ambulance, this man's wet   Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette razor      Which I keep hidden in my oral   Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel   These feds want me for some tax evasion   Now that the fact that somebody's gettin' lucci that's not Caucasian      Bullets be blazin'   Through these streets   Filled with torture   Joey Crack, a.k.a. Keyser Soze      Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks   To' down we sip drinks rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things   Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'   Doin' my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king      Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda   Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers   Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox   Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs pops      Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks   I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested   Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano   I gets down fuckin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop      Boo I'm jingling jaby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me   To lay low, I play slow   Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin   It all real nigga what tha deal, I shot ya      What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world   Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl   But still, niggaz want to instigate shit   I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick      Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches   Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo   Word, I'm here to crush all my peers   Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years      Niggaz scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state   I use my presidential Rolex to be debate   Niggaz fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked   MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked      That's real, what's up with that 'I shot ya' deal?   Light shit, niggaz slip now how the bullet feel?   New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang   But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin' ass hang      That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of slack   'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back   Not this time, but next time I'ma name names   LL, shittin' from on top of the game, I shot ya