Fuck the toughest I'm dangerous it's rowdy   Motherfuckers are up and outty the roughest sucker plucker   Since they found me   Openin' up a can of clash clicks six-packs of ass whips   Pints and fifths of asses, burnt to ashes      You've been spined, twisted   Blistered and spun up in and lifted   Shit boy ya free paper bum, it's called I got connections   Like Poonanny to erections      I saw selected sets son for my selection stretchin' sections   Etchin' and sketchin' to revive, reset and then set inspections   For the wet ones to the next ones, yes one, step son and get one   Comin' from behind is the line yours for a nine war      Walk nigga mind yours of crime wars will find yours   The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one   Crews will conquer as tough as Tonka   Now I got one      I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh   I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue   I got connections, huh, huh, no question, huh   I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue      State of shock, it's a greater plot that made us stop   The thunder from with under will make the whole of cradle rock, hah   Ken Boogie just hit me on the horn in California   Born in Fort July Fourth you're sworn to bangin' and warrin'   Road Dawgs you assume right first draft kick      Practic tactics of a great Western-type saloon fight   Caution courage what I bring when I approach this   Punks stays focused, notice devotions   And commotion's of cruddy's corrosive   Top gun and explosive motion East Coastin' deep   Throughout notions of all the shops I'm closin'      Aiyyo, I play emcees like this   I look 'em in the eye I know he's tense   And I break him like a bitch so I know there's no defense   So at night when I creep, only want 'em, while he's awake not asleep   By the way all I seek all I keep, so don't sleep      Nigga what's the realest?   Rap pillars got the power to blow up spots   From here to the Watts Tower   Niggas can feel us, do you wanna deal us?      It be the illest in Naughty it takes a fool to learn that   Love don't love nobody   My department be collections remember that   Love Child got connections ain't no motherfuckin' question      I'm deep with a vicious vendetta   Silence prospectors, objectors to my lectures   Constructed as architecture   Expressions of terror shakin' cold fingers of fear careers I spear   Prepare for a year full of nightmares      Get 'em back and don't come near me   When appraochin' me come sincerely I don't fear the   Others that don't like that I stack papers, yearly   Merely mentioned men they don't come steppin' to Vin      Anywhere I go, everywhere I flow   I'm bringin' it back home to my twins and I got friends   And friends don't let their friends drive drunk   So I suggest you grab your friends before I go and pop my trunk   And best believe I come correct so yo, what you wanna do?      I got connections, I get that ass stuck like glue      Aiyyo, what up nigga? I here you the man now yo   (Yo whattup my nigga, you know I ain't the man)   (But I got connections right for you what you need?)   Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out   I need you to handle a little something for me   Though on the real though      (You know I might not, can't slip and do that right now)   (But I got somebody to come through)   Nah, nah, nah, yo, yo, I need you to take care of it man   (Yo, I put this on everything I love, man, it's real sneaky, sister hood)   Females sneak up in here and come through   (Yeah)      235 degrees and the mics about to be freezin'   Emcee season on those who treason   I'm droppin' drinks like a pint of cool breeze, then   Intoxication, a million copies in circulation   Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain      Equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration   Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run with   On that one shit keepin' you outnumbered   Collidin' with perfection, every direction can't pay enough protection   'Cause I got the Illtown to Inglewood connections