[Intro]
Word up, hooooaa, haha, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Word up, hooooaa, haha, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Word up, hooooaa, is he for real?
(Iz he for real he can't be)
Unbeknown, unbelieve
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
[Verse 1]
Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news
To all these crews who can't NBA Jam with the shoes
That double shot Hennessy got my mind trippin'
Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass kickin'
With my nigga Keith who give assists like Scott Pippen
For MC derelict whippin', cap or cock twistin'
Drop your money in the slot if your block don't got
A real representer cocked for action like my block got
Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them drop tops
Your caliber, straight up pussy who pop Glocks
While I kick facts react on funky tracks
Give me room like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat
And if I snap, get that monkey off my back
Me and mic's together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright
Toast to the real MC's that can feel me
And if your bitch ain't jumpin' now then later on she will be
All these weak punk MC's kill me
They don't thrill me, come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill, G
[Refrain]
Word up, hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Word up, hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Word up, hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Word up, hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
[Verse 2]
Some people say I start trouble everywhere that I be (Word up)
How the fuck they know if they stinkin' ass ain't next to me? (Word up)
You couldn't read me if your mental was telepathy (Word up)
Lucky you born from this lyrical vasectomy
I been the raw dog since Monopoly boards
Or puttin' "Yo, baby, yo!" on the side of Accords
But roll a spliff (Uh-huh), and you ain't tokin' if you ain't chipped
Or feel the clack, bo! Just blow, permanent
Stick and move with my freaky grooves from here to Newport News, VA (Yah)
Love to eat my pussy filet
Tongue spittin' more quicker than AKs
My grades was an F for all that funky shit I displayed
Well-protected when I hit blocks or hit cock
I'm XL rollin', more than Trojan, the green box (Ugh)
Neurotic, lyrical antibiotic
Some say I'm crazier than fifty Feds on narcotics
I rock cruddy for you and your fuckin' buddy
I leave microphones bloody (Ugh), flows are muddy (Ugh)
Silly putty MC's think they rank me more than Cutty (Ugh)
Don't let me play your moms and get ugly if you bug me (Word up, ha)
[Outro]
Hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
Hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real he can't be)
Hooooaa, haaaaaa
(Iz he for real, he can't be)
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