Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92

Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown

Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying?

I'm gonna do this



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I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nine

Microphone check 1, 2, yeah it's showtime

I gain fame when I entertain and make shit plain

Blowing motherfuckers out the frame

Cause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock me

Try to like copy, but motherfuckers sound sloppy

I'm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble bigger

And when you hear me don't compare me to them other niggas

And fuck the heresay

Cause I hem a nigga up like motherfucking flare legs

And brothers that's trash I crush 'em fast

Straight up and down, fuck around and I'll bust that ass

Word, I serve opponents to the curb

I let you know I'm not the motherfucking herb

And if you thought I was well you figured wrong

Some brothers think they can hang, but what them motherfucking niggas on?

Run son, I ain't the one bum, so dial 9-1-1

If you thought you was a motherfucking dum dum

Stand back, cause I drop knowledge, son

I school more niggas than a fucking Negro College fund



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One two yeah, and let's flip

Suckers better skip town cause I'm a kick some shit now

The style they hope to get, they can't cope with this

That's why they playing the back, taking notes and shit

They got problems just flipping poems

So whatever they smoking they'd better leave that shit alone

And y'all want to play hardball talking about

Tearing shit up, man you couldn't rip a cardboard

So don't sleep cause I'm a young fella

When I rain on that ass you'll need more than an umbrella

I'm no joke on a rap tip

I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be sitting on my lap, shit

I'm cooler than Superfly

I still get the girls without a motherfucking suit and tie

I keep a hoodie and a low one

Who's down with OPP? Yeah, I see you when my show's done

Mess around, I flip your frown

You suckers better step, but young ladies just stick around



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It's like that y'all, and I'm a keep flowing

So Showbiz keep the motherfucking beat going

Cause I'm a keep doing my thang

I'm straight making papes so everything's Kool & the Gang

I'm all about cash and females with bad figures

I don't have the time to be dealing with them crab niggas

And speaking on who's bad

I've been a bad motherfucker since niggas was wearing doo rags

It ain't no puzz or a riddle, see

Motherfuckers trying to hang but they belong in the little leagues

Talking bout they can rag Finesse

Shit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cess

Wrapped up in bamboo paper

Cause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new flavor

I can drive any child crazy

And why don't I dance? Cause that's not my style, baby

Girls claim I don't excite them

If I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be "I like him!"

Yeah, that shit is so game

You wanna see a nigga dance then watch the motherfucking Soul Train

I'm hardcore, I'm not changing or chancing it

I'm real ill with skills so fuck all that dancing shit

And while I'm hanging niggas up like the Son of Sam

Let them other motherfuckers do the Running Man

Try and launch, you still couldn't harm this

Huh, I'll blow your monkey ass out the contest

On video or TV, tour bench or CD

LP or EP, them niggas can't see me

Yeah, so don't try to get fash, clown

As quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass down

Trying to hang with the man, maybe one day fool

But for now save that praying for Sunday school

Cause I'm a meanace that's in this to the finish

And if I think I'm all that then that's my motherfucking business

I'm about to catch wreck (step to it kid)

(Who's the motherfucking man?) Y'all know who it is



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