[Intro: Maseo, (Posdnuous) & Indeed]
Now check it (Sup, cat?)
Let me set the mood here, aight? (Aight, aight... cool)
We gonna... set it off with In-dee-dee, dee-dee-dee, -deed
(Yeah?) (Yeah, that's right) (Whatever...)
You know – la-la-la-la-ladies first and all that
(That's right, ladies first) (Alright, you got it, you got it)
So, peep it – you see this girl
Who been poppin' mad shit about you (Uh-huh)
So I want you to get into it a little bit
I want you to cru-cru-cru-crush that – I want her hurt
[Verse 1: Indeed]
I was sittin' on my lunch break, grittin' my teeth
It's the last day of the week, man, what a relief
My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff
So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff
That's when I seen her, steppin' out a rented yellow Beemer
This local ghetto fame rap cat, her name was Tina
She was braggin' she was goin' on tour
The same shit she was screamin' since the year before
Ever since the De La Soul video, she seen me on the TV
Heard that she was holdin' a grudge and tryin' to see me
Workin' underground circuits and mad ciphers of people
When she asked who was ill, all she got was "Indeed"
She wanna battle (What?) and it wasn't hard to tell
All that I was thinkin' 'bout was tryin' to smoke my L
I had four hours left and I was tired as hell
Plus it was 12:55, almost time for the bell
She had an ill screwface mug, fronting like she’s no joke
Gangsta bitch profile, boppin' like her leg broke
40 Below Timbos, fatigues saggin'
Pullin' all her money out her pocket while she's braggin'
On her gold fronts with her name on it
Her ice finger roll, head g-low while she claim fame on it
I peeped the stee', then I crushed her with ease
Just for interruptin' me while I was rollin' my tree
[Interlude: Maseo, (Posdnuous)]
AIGHT? (Whoo!)
That shit was bla-bla-bla, bla-blaze! (Word)
Now we gon' se-se-set, se-set this one up
For my man Mercenary (Aight, aight, yo, let's do this, whassup?)
Yo, I don't want you to make it like
A story or nothin' (Aight)
I just wa-wa–wan-wan-want want you to
Come on some straight rhy-rhy-rhyme–rhy-rhy-rhy-rhyme shit
Rip a nigga in his ass!
And let him know how we do it, f-f-f-fool!
[Verse 2: Posdnuous]
Now Maseo puff cheeba, while Rich sniff lines
David J push the whip while Ken and Khal pull dimes
And me right behind, with the shorty gettin' her math
To do the Savion routine and just – tap that ass
Still the one who kill wackness, man, I left them niggas crippled
Had 'em on soft to hard, back to soft like a nipple
My Art is Official while you're art-ificial
Break you down to your very last participle
Let me enlighten you, 'cause your third eye's on dim
Me gettin' taken out is rare, like a smile from Rakim
See I'm remarkable, you're just Bull
Last name Shit – y'all niggas need to quit
Open your mitt, and catch this
I'll autograph every word you bit
Grab a five and take your picture
Got an infinity of non-rhymes to hit ya
While your whole clan is bland
Understand that you must be smokin' pounds of weed out of a pipe
And mistook your munchies, for bein' hungry for the mic
And now you have to deal with these cats who's truly real
Like estates with a pit on the lawn, barkin' through gates
Put the whole entire plate in your face
Make you point, like "Who's that on that joint?" – it's me
I'm in everything you see, like crayon, yo, I'm in demand
I'm in the club, man, I'm in your hand
Bein' bought, I'm even in the thought from your girl
The only thing you're "in" is inactive
Your world'll get smashed
Run against the Won and you'll be last
Like that call for alcohol, depletin' your cash
[Outro: Maseo]
That's how you supposed to get in somebody ass, y'knowhatmsayin?!
Know-know-know, know-know, know-know that!
Hahahahahaha
