Lyrics
We be's hard to the core, sleepin' on the floor
Step on stage, the fly girls adore
With the wicked rhymes that you never heard before
The lyrical lexicon, matador's metaphor
I be like, yes-yes y'allin, to the life beatin'
The Funk-Diggy Doc be comin' through non-sweetened
The 7-G Steven, I give you 10 minutes of that high-powered shit
Til your heart stops beatin
- the new member, flows tight, lethal
Scarin' those like I made the Scream 2 sequel
Still the Grandmaster with the two MC's
Def Squad, Keith Murray, and the R-E-D
And it don't make sense going against -
I got too many styles, E got too much experience
Now you can swim or sink or jerk to think
Or you could freshen up or let your dirty-ass stink
I don't give a fuck
Wagga, wagga, wagga
Now why you tryin' to get funky like my name Big Bub
I'm from the Def Squad nigga, so show me some love
When I spit, I grab the dick, I'm like Puff
I can't stop until I'm in helicopter cockpits
Ain't that right, E-Dub the top civilian, humble
With about sixteen million, I stay hard rock
Like if I was Charles Dutton if you got balls to test, then yo
Push the button
Yo, push comes to shove, we rise above
And stay dedicated to rap like Ghetto Love
People gettin' mad from the money we makin'
But they've been playahatin' since days of rollerskatin'
Yo what's yo name digga', comin' through non-stop
I be that nigga fuckin your girlfriend on your block
And when I bust that 360 degrees, I'm not Busta
But put your hands where I can see
Can't be faded, me and my Squad is R-rated
Hear my boys rockin' to somethin', you can bet I made it
If not, confiscate it, it's like fake, it wasn't made by me
Red show 'em who you be
Oh, it's my turn to burn, to wax again
- nigga rubbing your crib with the mac 10
With my nigga E-Dub, causin' troub', murder ya like O.J
With the fuckin' same glove
And it-ain't-no half-steppin', shit
We gets to rappin' like a nuclear weapon
And y'all don't blow up, and we always do
Take our advice and ya all gan blow up too