Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
 Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
 The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
 Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
 Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
 I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning
 Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
 She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
 Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
 Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
 See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
 D-E-F, And I do work with these
 So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
 Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
 Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
 Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
 Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
 Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar
 Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar

 V.I.C.-

 Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
 One for the beef, two for the trouble
 Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
 World's famous...Man, forget it

 Psycho Les-

 Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
 So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
 But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
 Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
 To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
 I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
 So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash
 Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo.