Yo, I seen them motherfuckers out in the street   Them pussy asses   (Man, fuck them niggas anyway)   Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks      Yo Kel   (What up?)   Yo answer this question   Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?      Yo, it's um, simple philosophy   Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.   (Yeah, yeah)      Aye yo 50   (What's up?)   Answer this question   (What's that?)   Why are you the best in your profession?      Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch MC   Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.      Keith Murray   (Yo, what's up 50?)   Answer the question?   (What's that?)   Why are you be the sickest in this profession?      I been all around the world hearing the wack MC's   It's doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.   (Aye yo)   Ask yourself the very same question   Why are we the wickedest in this profession?      I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly   Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.   Any nigga want to step, get busy   Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.      I be the bushwa freaker   Coming through your speaker   My jams be getting stronger   While your shit be gettin' weaker      Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks   Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit   'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhyming   Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing      Now soon as I touch the paper   See you later   I shut your lights off like a blackout   So hit the circuit breaker      I'm the worst trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs   Comin' wild killin' in a paragraph   Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood   Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson      I be the gimmie, the got ya   Been blastin' niggas way   Before the remix I shot ya   The proper hip hopper      Fading 'em in the Palladium   And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel   Now, after the sunshine comes the rain   Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain      I been all around the world, what battle me?   Take this autograph home and give it to your family   All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack MC's   Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.      Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D.   The average nigga style sucks like a hickey   50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic crusher   Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster      Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherfucker   Leave a known rapper with broken English   Like smooth da hustler      Same thing make a nigga laugh   Make his ass cry   He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around   And rolled snake eyes      My thinking cap is bigger than a fuckin' Sade's   Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades   The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow   I'll kill your fuckin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto      I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul   Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes   Natural born killer, killer than the rest   (Where you at?)   East coast to west      I keep it real kid   I freak the flow until it's naked   Niggas get panicked and frantic   And can't take it      I been all around the world, what battle me?   Take this autograph home and give it to your family   Def Squad's the family, you don't want to see   Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D.      Kel-Vicious   (What up Keith?)   Answer this question   (What up?)   Why you so fuckin' nice in this profession?      Aye, yo 50   (What's up?)   Answer this question   Why you so nice in your profession?      Aye, yo Murray   (What's up?)   Answer this question   (What's that?)   Why you so nice in this profession?