3000 baby, raunchy, raunchy      Good riddance, to niggas and bitches bullshittin'   I house MC's like baths and full kitchens, ready or not   Doc,hood lynchin', icey flows, I write with wool mittens   It's two not one, Missy dot dot com      Come once in the blue like free hot lunch   So once it's on, turn it up, chickens flockin' in   Shoppin' at birds are us, murderous   Don't blame me, blame the music   I write with napalms in my hands      Flame the fuses, like a piss, off you go   I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed   I'm that man who squats out of jeeps and vans   Jump to roof to roof on the TV cam, I fuck a model      I go out with the cheapest tramps, pussy have me trippin'   Like Kima, Keisha and Pam, I remain cool like   Like open house on a school night   Animal House gettin' thrown out for food fights      P P P strictly don't give a fuck   An Brick City niggas strictly don't give a fuck   Let me intervene, come between   Like dick through your jeans      Hang down to your knees, it's mwa   The don-wan, carry on, D A N to the danger   Y'all MC's in a whole lot of danger   Change up all your rhymes you need beats      My beats you see completely unique, forgive thee   See it's the shots of Hennessey that's in me   Reggie Noble through after me      It takes two to tingle, and two to fuck   I done fucked in Range Roves to Isuzu trucks   Used to move weight now you makin' moves to duck   Built solid without bolts, screws and nuts      Pussy tight Jiffy Lube it up, Doc came up, hoes use to hang up   Now my arm close hang up, my crew is deeper than Karl Kani pockets   We don't buy bullets, we ask what size rockets for thee occasion   One shot will have you ravin', like Symone when the four four is blown      Two minutes later I'll make it hotter, snap you from the vine   To my um blada a boom glada      So what you wanna do, what you wanna do   Yo I got the chicken, the brew taken next   And much room Def Squad in the house   Drop you drawers, tell your boyfriend ease up, and park his car      I'm from the south you better watch your mouth, it's the M.I.   The S.I., if you try then you die   I don't take no mercy on you suckers so   Would you still be in love baby, if I cut your throat      Cut the jokes I ain't got no love for yo   No friends with those who imitate me ya bold my style I own   I'ma have to steal your flow   You know me Joe, I gotta say no more, bitch      That's right nigga, it's Misdemeanor here, Redman, Timbaland   Muthafucka three triple zero, the matrix baby   I'm out