Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze Always the usual suspect No check, all I got in this game is my respect And Southern pride I be Checking my fucking head Scared, looking up in your face, boy, I see dead If you test like SAT Then I guess that we may be, enemies In the P's freestyles be freebies I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I? Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try? Never eating chicken thighs Only the twenty piece mojo Flow zone like Flo Jo I wanted to figure out Just how low could your ho go The beat hit like Beat Street Krush Groove and Breaking Never baking, rebuking Satan We had you waiting For the second coming, funny how time flies when you're rhyming LaFace records, I think they got that perfect timing To be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffing that dope up out your car I think they overstep they boundaries (uh) OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he I felt the pressure like sun shining While raining at the same time I kept on rhyming Not complaining Storm braining cats and dogs My catalog be the size of golf balls Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm hazardous to all you Boss Hoggs And Rosco P. Col' people Who caboose my locomotive But enough of that everyone can rap unless their gift's upholstered I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I Compose won't y'all get sick of that, 'cause I know I do when I hear those Flows that ain't hip-hop You find that shit in the gift shop But to each his own, my speech is gone Keep that shit up outta my zone Long as you happy then I'm happy Even if you just hate my fucking guts, go ahead and dap me 'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway And then go home and pray for your ass later 'Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailing on you traitors Like that (like that, like that)