Fashion-       Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back    Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks    Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil    The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will    Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale    Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail    I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning    Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning    She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch    Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch    Switch over to the right hand or back to the left    See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def    D-E-F, And I do work with these    So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules    Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream    Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream    Seems like I am a mother, so word to me    Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree    Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar    Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar       V.I.C.-       Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple    One for the beef, two for the trouble    Three for my niggas that are ready to set it    World's famous...Man, forget it       Psycho Les-       Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed    So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range    But still hardcore and everything that goes with it    Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit    To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live    I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give    So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash    Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo.........