52 carat blue diamond   Rhymin', interior designin', grindin'   You can shake cheddar like me on the mic   Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby   Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn   Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga   Check it homie get good with me   If just i can find your hood again   Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be   All the way out here, yeah Nicki t   Russian, get the weed sparked   Get the party started   And watch yo back fo the shark   Nigga cold-hearted      We got bakin soda   All the way down in minnesota   We got bakin soda   Down in minnesota      I got a fetish for Adidas, boss   But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya   On chew, like dem baby pit bulls   And ain't no way you can touch my....cool   The 12th floor at the Marriot   You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot   Fetti   I sit alone when the mic's on   With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em   I remember rhymes used to ride with nets   Flight at the midnight high with jets   You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets   And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats   Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore   Rhymes you can buy at the candy store   You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam   Hot like soulfood, greens and yams   Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula   Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila   Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya   Now i got to get rid of ya      We got bakin soda   All the way down in minnesota   We got bakin soda   Down in minnesota      I told my mom somethin' that made her cry   Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die   We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by   So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin'   Now put the rhyme on a triple beam   Now rock it up, and chop it up,   And try to grind into triple cream   Don't get caught with the same scheme   Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King   It's like you got to be bald   'cause hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far   I think they mad when I ticks them off   But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break some off      The hot wax that's real fatal   Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable   They say Gretta's got a new baretta   And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva   I hit the night like stormy weather   And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better   I rotate like the hands of a clock   And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block   You better knock on the door tiga   And lay them all on the floor tiga   'cause i think they want more tiga   I blow em out like a flat tire   And hit the weed for Richard Pryor   Then call em all straight liars   The corks in me like the tail of a fox   So get the grease hot, nigga   Or your tigaz'll be caught