Yeppa Yeppa homeboys  That's the nigga Low-G  Puttin' it down for the nina eight  We givin' prop, what we did this week  So don't trip, if we forgot your click    I move a hundred pounds in my hustle town  Come around fuck 'em down with my underground  Puffin' pow-wow clouds in my T.P.  But my hyna' hollerin' release me  Prime time like shines on the high mimes  Hellafied rhymes, huh, you rewind twenty-five times  Another fool puttin' down the truth,  You can't fuck with the riddla' on the roof  Mista', go get her, kick the mo' better  If she wanna go, fuck the ho, let her  The wanderer, hill wood hustler,  Turn your back on your gail and I, uh, straight clown in my H-town  Is you hoes really ready for the take down?  Break down, stay ground, my niggas don't play round, pop pop,  Make your whole click catch the Greyhound    Geto Boys, Master P, DJ Screw, Kid Frost, Mobb Deep,  Ese Fools, Ice-T, Fat Pat, Public Enemy,  We, put the streets on beats    Makaveli, Rakim, Hillwood Hustlers, Most Hated,   Too $hort, Bone Thugs, Dogg Pound, Nas, The Fugees,  We, put the streets on beats    Stick & move, hittin' lics, sweep 'em left to right  Act a fool when I one two check the mic  Come trip with the pimp in the smoke-ray lac  I jump in this shit and there's no way back  Creep the seven seven Seville convertible  My Cadillac got a 3-foot verticle jump in the front  Bump in the trunk, weed turn to smoke, skunk in my blunt  I'm the cool homeboy, I'm a fool with no patience  Got a dopehouse in seven locations  Professional, but don't test my testicles  On the pedestal I'm colder than an eskimo  Gotta have it, causing panic with an automatic  Believe in myself, no one else saw my magic  Gifted child, raised in the wicked wild  Put the street on beats, who trippin' now?    Run DMC, KRS-One, Mass 187, Spice 1,   Herschelwood Hardheadz, Tolo G,  We, put the streets on beats    DJ Quik, Big Fifty Snipe, Criminal Rage,   20-2-Life, N.W.A., Lil' Kim, Rasheed,  We, put the streets on beats     I be the actual, factual, rap supernatural, blowin' up national  It's understandable, not to mention   what I'm stressin' leave you second guessin'  Dope sell itself, saw my CD steady pressin'  you can't see me, I flow so freely, you motherfuckers more slimier than seaweed  Jus' to pee-wee, but son you watchin' too much TV, I'm on CD  See mo' pussy-cat than tweety!  On the underground nation, layin' foundation  The biggest problem that H-Town's facin'  Did a lot of wrong, but mom, stay calm, cause now I drop bombs on CD-Roms  Your raps get pimpslapped, you kickin' bubblegum  Only real niggas know where I'm comin' from, under confusion  Run up on Houston, and bow down to the styles I am usin'    Trinity Garden, E.S.G., Street Military, Bam, Al-D  K-Rino, Point Blank, Klondike, Botany,   We, put the streets on beats    Wicked Cricket Troublemaker, A.C. Chill,   Biggie Smalls, Outkast, Cypress Hill  Lighter Shade of Brown, Malascho, W.C.,  We, put the streets on beats    these lyrics are last corrected by sdfffg