A Plus:    You don't have to worry any longer. . .    Yo wait a damn minute    listen to the way the man spin it    even with improper diction    I split in & gets ends    I'm lettin' suckas know    I'm fin ta buck a bro    the nigga figga he can dust a pro    fessional I test a fool    I get a tool    and beat him wit it    he didn't see me wit it    and this is what I'ma do    tie the crime to you    niggas need to find a new rhyme to do    I remember when I used to grind a few    indo sacks at my wack Sr. High School    but I told the Dean 'Bye fool.'    I graduated    he was a man I hated    and I'm glad I made it    Hie-ro    I know    you know    fools know, that my crew's so    phat, and niggas try to jack    then I know they got my back    A-Plus must bust the wack.    Casual:    I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit    so peep the style and learn how to freak shit    I hope, ya, learn how ta cope    by the time you peep this shit here,    I'll be three times doper    yeah, this is for the trendy G's    to ya bitches, & High School enemies    all the hoes    shoot me to the left & shit    cause my financial state was on defecit    but I,    really didn't trip    now I'm livin' phatter    and then niggas don't matter    a lot a rappers try frontin' on me    bet they aint got nuttin' on me    and aint no way that buck can harm me    I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules    niggas locked onto me like my follicles    I swallow fools with no regurgitaion    we hurt ya face, men    when ya placed in my path.    [BRIDGE]    Del:    I bust asses    ya slow like molasses    as this continues    then you know the fastest    computing, looting, I gets the root of things    bitches with problems    I leave ya jaw numb    I slap hoes    my rap flows along    with the flow of the song    as I flow on the bong    I use Jedi mind tricks    to find tricks    bind tricks, tie them up    then I try and phuck then they die    and what do I care?    I dare hoes    and prepare flows cause I never spare those lives    who strives    with knives & slice    I parylize ya twice    with fear    Del is nice to your ears.    Snupe:    Not of hardest, artists going far    jack off from Jupiter    because I'm shooting for the stars    I'm a mack    never come wack    gimme a 30 second snippit    I'll rip it    because the shit gets deeper    creep ya ass as the floor rocks    we got the beat hittin' hard like four cops    shorts out my last record    I write my rhymes nekkid    let me give you a tip    I'm on the balls    so just expect it    my rep gets phatter thinkin' about those kids    they tried to step and got phucked like they momma did    by the Mr. Mostskill    I did ya hoe, still    she's askin' for waxin' and taxin' cause she heard a hoe squeal    hoes I'm, getting more plays than Showtime    the demon got ya screamin' with no shine    no time for regular run of the the mill    I'm packin' with steel boy soldiers    never no more the soul soldier.    [BRIDGE]