G-Force (what′s up Slay?) I need you to make a hit for me (talk to me) Four suspects (who?) Busta Rhymes, Layzie Bone (who else?) Twista, Jaz-O (I got ya) There they go, take the shot! Take the shot! DAMN! When I come and I hop and I skip and I rhyme And I dumb and I drop and I spit and I shine Ay-ay-ay nigga what you really wanna do? You ain't knowin that I′m comin to take what's mine Every time I come to hit'cha With a little bit of killa Better know that you can never See me little nigga While I′m at the TOP I will never STOP When a nigga POP See the way I run it, and leave a nigga bitter Y′all know when I do my thing and I bang Bidi-boom with a bomb and a BING! Everybody know that when it comes to the shit I gotta spit Motherfucker better crown me KING! With a passion and a lot of action See the way ya grab 'em, HOW YOU DO IT! Then they wanna ask him How a nigga smash ′em See the way ya have 'em, DRAG ′EM TO IT! Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-HEY! Now you gotta know what a nigga do all day Count bread make a nigga wanna bounce heads when I drop heat in these streets, okay? You shitty with a get'cha gimmick And I hope a lot of niggas live near a clinic It don′t really matter who you wanna ask about me Cause I be the fiercest with it While I'm givin you the final chapter With a lot of laughter See the way I capture Everybody probably tellin you the same shit you don't really wanna come after! Now I suggest you listen whenever you hear that the beat up in the buildin Trust me, this is not the place for you to bring yo′ children The B-O-N-E we got plenty of flows From Cleveland, Ohio we rollin on vogues They told me this record was only for pros So Layzie gon′ get in M.V.P. I suppose Foes slammin them Cadillac do's My story they caught has never been told Sit back while I′m tellin this thuggish we blaze Forever I'm young and′ll never get old Poppin a bottle of Rosé when I rolls Smell the aroma, just follow your nose We thug on the corner from night 'til the sun up You run up get done up, I′ll let it explode Blow only where gangstas roll, so Homie we smash around and we crash collide Whoever don't wanna be foes, oh O.G. status, still got money up under the mattress Nigga come get it I'll stick like cactus Money so tall those niggas need ladders Try to come close but they never could match us So catch us, we the masters Y′all already know how we do it on the Clair Never compare we livin′ on stretchers Willin to bet ya, when I twist and bust Nigga come through with Twist and Bust Nigga been famous they know to aim it They spittin my languange, "Adrenaline Rush" Feminine niggas that been on a rush Back to the dust we winnin the clutch Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit! Now I be the coldest on the island, country or on the peninsula Hit them with the venom and then I'mma Disintegrate ′em or fade 'em, fuck ′em cause I hate 'em I′m hot if you not check the temperature Mayday one Kay Slay, drop the bomb on 'em when they put me on the track and I'mma Show ′em who was out when I make ′em go and commit suicide dressed like a Phantom Or Do and I'm about to get dinner I′m about to open the do' Cause I′m dope with the flow Never know how flow was the 'dro I′mma eat a bitch up and I hope for some mo' So long is the poem, I'm never a ho You can go check the portfolio Kay Slay ′em just after fuck at you and then I′mma stick 'em, you know we can go I′m cold so go get your coat This be the season for niggas that's sneezin and snoozin And if you keep testin me you gon′ be catchin a beatin and bruisin - what's up? Look at the mojo and look at the swag, and look at all the vernacular Things I be doin cause I′mma stay infamous so they be callin me Dracula Oops I mean Blackula when I'm attackin ya Pullin up on 'em up in the new Acura Or new pre-Camaro or new super Lego with the Pinot Grigio seats I see when you niggas be hatin, so the next time when you see me don′t speak Now you know not to send me no beat Cause I′mma kill it And murder anybody That'll wanna get it Where they wanna get up in it cause I be the realest I′m a menace all the way up to the finish Make an enemy diminish When I get up in the battle even if it gotta be on the block 2010 hip-hop, the shit don't stop Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit! What can it be? Rappers and thuggin on beats None of ′em keepin it street Look at them cows, all of them wanna be bulls None of 'em ready for beef What about me? Been through the pain Sorted the lames, keep it the same Skillful syllables kill My rhymin technique is impeccable still Anybody ever wanna run up Will get done up in a hurry Got a flurry I′mma hunt 'em for the come up With a bang you better run from the one until you permanently feel it I will live it, idiots gettin it "The Originator," gotta keep it greater Keep the fader for the haters Nigga real for real The all-time thriller, ready rockin the death of it definite On it cookin and cheffin it (ooh!) Takin over the world Made of with your girl Motherfucker recognize the nigga Hugh Heff'in it Doin what you never did at double time, triple shot president Ain′t nobody better in the residence Through the crops, it ain′t stop Over the top, bringin the soul makin it pop Got a old school banger make you do the wop Got a Louisville slugger make you diddy-bop Ever incredible gotta keep it way ahead of you Screamin at my niggas in the clink doin federal No trip, no travesty I call the lick now I'm up like anti-gravity Spit words from the brain like charity If hip-hop was a broad she′d marry me Gotta keep it gutter, gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter Make it hot, you can toast word to mother Just slipped through to spit some real thug shit!
Writer(s): Carl Terrell Mitchell, Jonathan Burks, Steven Howse, Trevor Smith