Текст песни
Why niggaz want to clock me?
Like that dance called the chachi
Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky
Part I part II part III niggaz can't fuck with me
My style's knock kneed plum crazy (what?)
Who's that wild ass motherfucker catchin wreck
Stickin Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques
It's Klep the death specialist Stallone and Stone shit
Stayin high representin for the nine-quint
Ras bad guy, burns the house down like Left Eye
Why try mimic? MC's get broke like speed limits (uhh)
Niggaz can't fuck with my metaphors
Canin MC's like they in Singapore; Klep been through more wards
Than Humphrey Shore, put together catchin leathers
On the regular, got that net, push me round and Dread stressin a
Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor, pussy collector
Got your bitch on my dick and I ain't even stressin her
Check enough sex in her, my styles are regular
Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique moves in like the senator
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Throw gats to Guiliani
Flows tighter than bitches punani, try me, die G
Dangerous, since my daddy bust me out
The tip of his dick, Biggie Smalls with the wickedest shit
Spit clips, niggaz split like bananas
Flavour like Tropicana; orange, mango, peach
I strangle each,negro for they dough
Niggaz get to bendin, got two cases, one pendin
560 V-12 engine, women spinnin
In 9-2-9 Mazda's, Tammy and Natasha
The menage-a-trois around my waist
Like Ill and Al Skratch smokin 50 sacks in the back of Ac's
Windows cracked, so sit back relax
Yo Vec, crush the hash, the Beretta's in the stash
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
Niggas say "Oh my lord!"
What you doin with yourself? Stone heart's the way to wealth