ntro:   What? Nigga, You got problems?   Nigga you don't want no problems with me, shit   Nigga, you ain't got enough calcium to have a bone to pick (coward)   You little bitch ass nigga, niggas be hovering niggas be bothering you   I ain't fuckin' with y'all, I ain't fuckin with you   I guess I got a bad attitude      Verse 1:   I spit that slick shit like K-Y Jelly   Out for the mail like Melly   I'm fucking you tonight before R-Kelly   My bitches dance with their belly   And fuck me with their eyes   See crime is where they organize   In the land of the blind the one eye is genie   A male chauvinist keep 'em barefoot in a two piece bikini   Need a bulletproof beanie when niggas got five minutes of funk   make them disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah   Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch   And all this bullshit is going on in church of course   (but but but but but wait it gets worse!)   I could still instill a semi-automatic verse   And draw blood like a nurse   Correspond like a dike in prison and on the mic I bomb like nuclear fission   Alphabetic mathematician, your perogative is my decision   My litigation gives me a reputation for giving niggas no get back like black reparations   You're doing too much 'cause I'm going to be rich nigga I put that on my two nuts      Chorus:   I ain't fuckin' with you You're not to be fucked with   (Big nigga I though you knew)   Cause we find this niggas mood is rude   But I know the Cause of your shitty attitude      Verse 2:   Now whenever I'm fed up we can go head up   My ex bitch called me a dog so I piss with one leg up   straight up and down three hundred and sixty-five rounds   one in the chamber for leap year keep clear   I get my hands dirty like a sanitation worker so what's beef?   Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart   And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond Dee, and Mark Sparx (All Producers)   The quintessential microphonist wants a 50 thousand dollar bonus   Swarming your green like locusts   Your vegetation was supposed to be edumacation   Left a nigga feeling like he's stranded in Serbia and he's the only Croatian   No relation that's my justification for ripping niggas   Stripping niggas bigga figgas tippin strippers   In the First King, in the cut like scissors   Shoot her to the point and long dick her   Bang her to the point of exhaustion truly   I ride her like that pony song and flip her (Flipper) like that dolphin movie   Listen, no anal sex and no kissing   Doggystyle's my favorite position   Insisting that you grab your ankles and lay face down bitch   Play like cuss words on the radio and turn that ass around (aww TIHS!)   I puts it down like Davie though it's all gravy though   Priority records got to pay me though but      Chorus:      Now when it's on then there's on no shame in my game   Cowards wouldn't bust a grape if there name were Champagne   I change lanes on dirtbikes and change direction at the speed of light   Use my feet to catch the dice niggas gamble everyday anyway   Paying the price of life kill a fifth of E&J everynight   Got to be right to be impolite I've been mad   So how the fuck I'm supposed to keep my act clean like Sinbad   See white people burn your church   And see you in the mall and clutch their purse   Treat a nigga like dirt when the black man was here first   That's why I be on one officially   fuck white people in general and fuck the police specifically   You got at me but you're missing me sideways   So I'm giving rappers a curfew like I gave birth to you   Don't be calling them shit shades when you know that its curtains for you   I'm certain I'm hurting a few ego's Toni's, Mark's, and Nino's   Stompin with the big Dog Pino, see though   I'll pull your card and get your chips like I'm Keno   From Yugoslavia to Reno, Yeah homie we know      Chorus 3X