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  checkin my fuckin head
 Scared  lookin up in your face  boi 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 yo' hoe go
 The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin
 Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin
 For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin
 La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin
 to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam
 Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car
 I think they overstep they boundaries
 O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he

 Verse Two: Andre

 I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time
 I kept on rhymin, not complainin
 Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
 Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs
 And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
 But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta
 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 gon', keep that shit up outta my zone
 Long as you happy then I'm happy
 Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me
 Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later
 Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors
 Like that