Da da da daah   Da da da daah   MC's   Da da da daah   Da da da daah   Yaah      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   MC's      Break my joint, cut my tongue off if I ain't tight   Put a bullet in my head take my life and let me die if I ain't fire   Cut me up feed me to the roaches, let me rot if I don't rock   Let me go to hell, burn, sizzle and simmer if I don't deliver      Pull my hair out if I sell out, bury me on my stomach   Without no drawers on at all if I don't go off   Or either lethal injection or straight electricity   Let the garbage man pick me up   And get rid of me if I lose creativity      Let me get forced into sexual activity   Let me get turned out by three skank freaks   If I don't bust to the utmost of my ability   Take my head if I say it and don't feel it      Stop selling my record, give me the money back nigga   If I don't sell at least a million   Cut my dick off if I get down and don't get off   Crush my spine and cave my chest in if I come      If I ain't bad for my age and kick ass for my size   Close my fuckin' eyes if you can stop me from sayin'   Or keep me from playin'      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   MC's      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   MC's      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?      Snap my pencil, dislocate my fingers and jam my thumb   I ain't gon' write no more, tear my papers   Strip clothes if it don't ship gold   Take my blessed, Baptist Holy Ghost Christian soul      If it take less than a year of playin my records and tapes   Before they can say my shit old   If it don't bang, take me out the game, call me out my name   Put me out my house, beat me out my change      Let em read my poem and tell em to seal my doom   When I'm dead read bitch ass nigga   In the ground written across my tomb   Let the breeze take my leaves if my trees don't bloom      Put me in the sun and cut my air supply   If I give these niggas breathin' room   If what I'm brewin' ain't potent   If what I'm doin' ain't rollin'      Nigga, diss me, make a movie, talk about it on Oprah   Erase my fuckin' vocals, burn my fuckin' notebooks   Take my fuckin' tank from me and give it back to Goldman   I quit, my career's over, turn me upside down   And hang me from my scrotum      Da da da daah   MC's   Da da da daah   Da da da daah   MC's   Da da da daah      Yaah, yaah, yaah   Yaah, yaah, yaah   Yaah, yaah, yaah      Give me my post office application if I ain't hear from rap   Nothin' if they ass ain't shake and they hands ain't clap   Take my happiness if it just so happens I ain't happenin'   Let something happen to me if I ain't hardcore at it maximum      Flip the dial change the channel if I can't handle   Forget me if I leave this bitch   Before I put my fuckin' Grammy on the mantle   Let my next fifty concerts get canceled      If I'm scared in front the camera   Then take my fuckin' talent, take me from my family   Sneak me, fuck over me if I don't represent Louisiana   Jump my fence if I ain't the prince      Bitch keep me back if I can't keep up with the presidents   If I don't run circles around these other rap guys   Let my momma Benz get four flat tires      Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?   Yaah, say what?      MC's, MC's      That's what the fuck I'm hearin' in my head   Yaah, yaah, yaah   That's what keep me going   Yaah, yaah, yaah   That's what make me fuck over you   Yaah, yaah, yaah   I can't stop that voice   Yaah, yaah, yaah