the mic when I'm braggin bold I'm W mega, to the L to the S-O Kickin MC's in the face like Jim Kelly While Keith use the cold cuts in DJ's from the deli
-H Horsemen I shoot a rhyme like a hunter do a reindeer Walk up on a moose, and smack Mother Goose You say I'm buggin, liquor's all I'm drinkin Drivin
t think so, c'mon Freddy I woke up at 8 o'clock, I'm fuckin ready For any your whack shit that's hard to sell 10 weeks on Billboard, it's hard to tell
let an R&B rapper come settle the score You ain't shit [Interlude:] Yeah that's right boy, c'mon You ain't shit, know what that means C'mon, c'mon,
[Ced Gee:] Yo but you know what? We love y'all Y'all been lovely, puttin up with us And all of our criticism, that but that's us We criticize niggaz