Blaze this one, word up   I'ma blaze this one   No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!   Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!   I'm uncle L, check it, check it, check it!   The track masters, check it, check it, check it!   Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!   All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!   Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?   Word up, check it      I shot ya   I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor   Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha   I drop ya down in boilin' acid   Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic   Violations, room vibrations, son   Cock the hammer let the uncle give em one   Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic   Puttin' hits on your clique, gotcha wife in turnin' tricks      What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin'   Now watch 'cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'   Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection   Blazin' niggas, hittin' em raw with no protection   I take advantage   Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage   Ya hear me   The whole scenario is dreary   MC's is gettin' wet up in the game   I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya!   (Uhh)      I got ya strap to the stagin'   Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a Cajun   Ya Mob's locked down underneath the surface   Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose   Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama   What goes around comes around, not around farmers   Silence, shh, very deadly   Come and battle, let me add you to my medley      Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp   Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?   Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit   Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit   With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss   I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss   Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers   Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character   Ya get serious   Real niggas recognize what my theory is   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya!   (Uhh)      Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?   Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid   No doubt about it   Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru      Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda Leary   Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me   Oh really, now tell me how long have you been runnin'?   Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'   I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot   Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot   My girl was on your chip when you flipped I need love   Your backseat count set was mad butter, son      I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be   You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies   And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out   Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt   Uh, talk to me become a zombie, walk to me   (What, what, uhh, uhh)   Ain't a MC alive who fought with me   Y'nahmean? Man, rock it   Easy does it   I gotta pluck it like buzzards   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (What, what, what, what, what)   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)      Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   I shot ya      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   (Uh, what?)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   (Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (No dignity, y'knowi'msayin?)   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)      Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna   (Yeah)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Track masters lace me, y'knowi'msayin')   (And I take care of mines, y'knowimean?)   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)      Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna   (Uhh)   Ya wanna hit, give me a hour   (Uhh)   Plus a pen and a pad   (Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)   (That's it son)   (Peace)