(feat. Big Shug, Hannibal Stax)



[Guru]

Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum

Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them

Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare

While I lounge round town in expensive gear

Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack

B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes

While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose

On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites

Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me

And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be

Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me

I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes

I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap

Make you wonder where I hid my gat

Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation

I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations

Stay outta my face son



[Hook]

In my world.. you ain't got no place son

Stay out of my face son

Stay out of my face son

In my world.. you ain't got no place son

Stay out of my face son

Stay out of my face



[Big Shug]

I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough

Slap up haters, who diss the flow

Gold-diggers only get the toe..

up they booty hole when they outta control

For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face

In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place

Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes

I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck

I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat

I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet

Sucka nigga park my car valet

And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet

I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet

And they sweat like I play for the Jets

Am I the best? It's hard to tell

Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell

To get the cream, and get the fame

Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame

What's the game? To win this shit at all costs

I got what it takes to be the underground boss



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[Hannibal Stax]

Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel

You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples

You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you

I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect

I'm heat, you wet

I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next

I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite

Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it

Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual

We maximize, congregatin with alibies

From righteous to criminal,

just to make your life a tidbit more miserable

So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you

I feel for you, and this is all in your mind

If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear

Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws

and get to drillin you just because

You thought it wasn't when it was love

Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you



[Hook]