Fuckin right I'm hip-hop

I hoe hop, I'm funky as a pair of Reeboks with no socks

I'm hot like a nigga ? the beef to the beers with no brats

I'm tight like them twistin up under the 6 with no top

I've been up all night

Writing like a motherfucker cluck with no clock

Been platinum and I'm still stompin

Rock jam-packed concerts and bitch filled parties

Done had them standin more than a hot comb when I perform

Gotta em feelin like they in Saigon when they hear what I got

I got funk

No Limit legitimate respect the man of power

I turn your motherfuckin thunderstorm into scattered showers

Yo Bam, bitches can't get down

like me and the Pound can, we ain't gotta bring up SoundScan

I come into focus when they all starin

I turn your fuckin head and, spin your fuckin ball bearings

Hit the antenna so they all scatterin

Believe that cause I'm tellin you

they don't challenge what they can't handle

M-Y-S-T-I

Smoke spinach, eat chicken, shit bullets, SPIT FIRE

I'm above you like the sky

Like the clouds like the Gods like the birds and the pilots

You know why I'm here, come to say it loud

For the one-thousand nine-hundred and nine nine

to infinity and BEYOND

Now.. now.. now.. now.. bitch



Respect my motherfucking mind

Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you think

Bitch I kill you

Respect my fucking mind

Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my mind

Fuck what you think, fuck what you feelin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my fucking mind

Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you

I said BITCH I KILL YOU



Back-bending, That's That Nigga spinning

Y'all done feeling my line before I finish my SENTENCE

This microphone's for holdin

I don't give a fuck, as quick as you bring them niggaz

then that's how fast them niggaz get FUCKED OVER

No prisoners at no time

I'm so advanced I put your ass in the blender

with my OWN rhyme, bitch say, "Damn that nigga tight!

I heard what he did to that other rapper that other night

and Dawg that shit wasn't right!"

I'm nothin nice in the shinin lights

No band, no choir, just me and my fucking Nike's

But am I missing something?  FUCK NO

I got the whole crowd bucked up, "UH OHHH!"

I smash a rapper into smithereens

Make him spill his beans

Then I'm running with the guillotine

Diss on my rhymes bitch and diss on my records

Diss on my moms bitch you gon' respect it!



Respect my fucking mind

Fuck what you thinkin, fuck what you feelin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my mind

Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my mind

Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my fucking mind

Fuck what you feelin, fuck what you thinkin

Bitch I kill you

Respect my mind

Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you

Respect my fucking mind

Bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you, bitch I kill you!