Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!   Everybody, huh, yeah   Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now   Uh, yeah, yo      What up my people equal? This be Tical , The Prequel   Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal   I mean that, "Ooh wee", three years and two G's   I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs      While ya'll was just rappin', who get the set crackin'?   Just like a neck snappin', let's get this next platinum   What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?   I held your hand through them years when ya'll was stressed, fam      That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle   Let's get to pumpin' iron, and flex some real muscle   Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude   And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude      Somebody told me, ya'll can't hold me   Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely   You need back off bitch, you don't know me   Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey      Meth is killin', M.C. killin'   What more can I say, stop grillin'   That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood   And since ya'll understood, would you?      Would you? Would you? Would you?   Uh huh, that dollar day   That dollar dollar day, ey   That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey      Okay, the love issue, don't let that love get you   My brothers love pistol, doin' they thug dizzle   Bet ya'll ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you?   Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official      Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel   Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you   I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little   Formula to go triple for shizzle      Ya'll know my occupation, I'm puttin' in the work   So any imitation, I'm puttin' in the dirt   That shit is aggravatin', why ya'll procrastinatin'   I got some massive waitin', and she probably masturbatin'      Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty   If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many   So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty   Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, muthafucka!      Meth is killin', M.C. killin'   What more can I say, stop grillin'   That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood   And since ya'll understood, would you?      Would you? Would you? Would you?   Uh huh, that dollar day   That dollar dollar day, ey   That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey      Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down   Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now   It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds   Mommy got a ratty thong, happy 'cuz daddy gone      Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get   Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good lookin' kid   Okay, now where was I? Prepared, was I   Your man broke his jaw tryin' to say what I      Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya   Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?   Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stuntin'   Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or somethin'      I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids   He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fuckin' wig   That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig   We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, muthafucka!      Meth is killin', M.C. killin'   What more can I say, stop grillin'   That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood   And since ya'll understood, would you?      Would you? Would you? Would you?   Uh huh, that dollar day   That dollar dollar day, ey   That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey      Meth is killin', M.C. killin'   What more can I say, stop grillin'   That's what niggas get for actin' Hollywood   And since ya'll understood, would you?      Would you? Would you? Would you?   Uh huh, that dollar day   That dollar dollar day, ey   That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey