Words From Un

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah, I'd like to welcome y'all to the greatest show on Earth (Welcome, welcome)

Me (Me)

And scoring the soundtrack, bangin' nigga Alchemist, yeah

H-dub, let's get it done, done, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1]

You probably visioning trains arriving

I'm at the Amtrak station, two lanes divided (What it do?)

Nothin', my destination is MIA

Tell conductor please move it like something was in my way

When I get there, I'm probably gon' rent me a Lamb

And blow a blunt to the kief that go 50 a gram

I'm a beast, when I step in the booth, it's fire flame

Confidence to sell more records than who? Shania Twain

Even niggas in the Dirty'll tell you I'm fire, man

Bang the thing and still send 'em to see where sirens came, yeah

[Interlude]

I ain't going nowhere, I'm here, 11692, Far guru

[Verse 2]

Like, I dare one of you niggas to point me out

I've been doing this before Omni points was out

And niggas had brick sales and beepers and shit

Manila back weed, cleat Adidas and shit

Eva Mendes I'm fiending to rip, she in the plans

And I'm very ambidextrous with guns with either hand

You gotta beat the man in order to be the man

So I definitely want a slice of the pie, I'm a pizza man, yeah

[Interlude]

You know I definitely want a slice of the pie, top of New York

You know what it is, H-dub, bang bang Cocaine Gang

[Verse 3]

Uh-huh, it ain't over, it's more beat left

In school I got smarter than y'all, I dumped recess

Plus I spit harder than y'all, I'm from the p'jects

Y'all a bunch of suburb niggas, the same three steps

You hang with fags, I bang the mag

And leave a loud impact like a train had crashed (Uh-huh)

I'm tired of selling coke these days

So I'ma retire out in Cali with Oakley shades (Uh-huh)

I'm talking Charles Oakley paid

Let's put the bricks together and have a big coke parade (Yeah)

[Interlude]

Yo, my moms ain't raise no punk, nigga

Let's get it done, what?

[Verse 4]

Nigga, shout for all my niggas that pop and hold the tear down

(What up with Z?) My nigga been gone a couple years now

Truly did it, got top from bougie bitches

Don't do 'em 'cause the Mac can't fit in the Tru Religions

You damn right I keep the Phil Simms on me

How you sold a couple million and go Will Smith on me?

You do good, but nigga, I do great

You niggas do Aryan Black, I do great

I could put a thousand bars down straight in two takes

X tape on the glass of the booth, it might break

(What it cost to Red Monkey the jeans?) Like eight

I stay double strapped like a pair of them I8's

You fear that you might break, be considered a failure

The whip sitting on Jacksons and I call 'em Mahalia (Dubs)

It's only right I big my clique

You can tell I got balls, look how big my dick

Catch me in Nagasaki sipping sake and raw fish

I think I'm 'bout ready to start, let's record this

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah, it's over now; look what you started

And the beat goes, yeah, uh-huh