Verse One:



Stay in school was the motto, but I'd rather hit lotto

Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle

In the spot with a BAC of .13

And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street

I lounge with a clique, thick as the '93 Freaknik

Smokin a beadie, flippin the script like a hermaphrodite

So choose your weapon if ya got beef, chief

Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets

Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat

Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back

The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes

He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight

But didn't know who flew heads

I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez

Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes

Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues



Chorus:





Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'

So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)



Verse Two:



I step through crews as if they was holograms

Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn

Kid, I am the man that you think you are

5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar

Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics

And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does

Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted

Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started

Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck

The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya

Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!)

It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas

The earthquakes on lyrics ya plates like San Andreas

Would be rumblin', you're not ready for my fly type of genre

I'll rock your world like ugly Wanda



Chorus



Verse Three (LP Version):



Now money talks and bullshit walks in the street on the daily

And niggas pull my strings like a ukelele, but

I lust ruckus like I used to lust Halle Berry

But now I bat wack motherfuckers like Dave Justice

Must bust nuts

Because he's married

1 time this brother tried to step and thought the little guy was scar-ied

Tryin' to freak all up on the girl I was dancin' with like he's invincible

Not that the ho was important but it's the principle

Involved, I said, "Yo black this my lady pal"

The stupid nigga laughed and said, "Well she my bitch too now"

So what can you do when boys is men

Our self-image depends on the next man's scrimmage so I sin

Cause thou shalt not kill, but I tried my best

Left my fingerprints in his neck

I never understand why brothers try to act up on one another

But if the static is comin'

Fool, you won't catch me runnin'



Verse Three (EP Version):



Stop your flow like its menopause the men all pause

Cramp your style like P.M.S

Suckers checking for lumps in they chest 

Like breast cancer

My stanza gets censorship from Reverend Calvin Butts

but he could suck my diction, dictation is ridiculous

indicative of dictatorship

Today's four letter words were standard english until 1066

and ignorance is bliss

So as I sag my Ralph Lauren chaps

Walking into lyrical scraps

I'm knocking niggas off the map

See more stars than astronomy

Not near one can follow me

Thougts premeditated like two Melendez brothers

That's word to the father and the mother