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Stepping up out the shadows I comes equipped to wreck Hold up just a sec Coolio I'm on deck (Malika) Yeap the diction is on point Causing, friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties Niggie tripping why you beam us I don't step up with no bullshit See that there it's clip for this stickup on the hip Peep the correct way to get your pimp on Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her If I'm swinging for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her Ninety-five's on popping, representing I keep stomping Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbing I killed the last, killed the ass, with my ninety-five drive I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within Tales From the Hood You need it, I'll feed it, baby check the size Have you going down like Mary J. Blige When it's popping like this, you can't be a coward Shorty freaks fucking beats like Adina Howard My squad is hard, with players, and hustlers No toleration, for fakers and busters Fucking with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs coming constantly Bumping G-15's, Westside scene Killing the competition, while making a fucking green So ring, around the rosie, and mosey to the Rosie And I want you to know G We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause I got skills We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I feel Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny How many linny and squidgy think they can see me? I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggas wear beanies Busting lyrics sharper than razor blades catch it from head to toe If you're shocked, then amazed, when you see me at my stage show For I stage show beat em up 40 Thevz getting busy rocking coast to coast Dogs the most rap the hoes then rocks em up Giving it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop em and then pop em For popping like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nothing Cause I been ruffing and scuffing so give it up when I'm busting or get to ducking Cause I ain't given em nothing Fools can't get none, so fuck em Let me rock the motherfucking mic Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night I got jabs like a welterweight champion The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packing Quick to get it cracking Went from jacking to rapping to running with a pack of mad men Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin Some fool tried to play me for a punk I had to have him like Lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner Fucking with a winner, number one contender top dog Head nigga in charge running with a group of hogs 40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar Best to put your daughter Wack ass rappers get tossed up Trying to come in here with that garbage My crew see the dopest and the hardest So clear the path or get your punk ass Bogart-ed We bust and cuss and kick up dust Don't none of y'all niggas want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get real Why you bust your rhyme? Cause we got skills I peep game and get recognized, buying all the hard liquor Toothpick and beedy-dying Bitch you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt And ain't nothing cracking For them niggas stepping up with the funk I'm packing Tinactin Cause I be earning stripes in tight bunches All the homies carry nines I carry rhymes in sucker punches What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend Just like that actor Hoffman I be Dustin off men often Jaywalking over your coffin with an eleven shot loss and John wrecked that Austin won't soften you're lost and Cee-Arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin Stalking lofts men to New York and in between So take caution, leave the flossing for dental hygiene Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard The raps be lung mastered takin vinyl's virginity Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton Niggas player hating cause I spoke like a Dayton I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter when CMB came strolling Blowing niggas up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smoking Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma So bitch-ass niggas better step, like the Delta Sigma Thetas We don't give a fuck, fools better duck 39 deep in the back of Wino's truck Like robbing in the paint, fool think I ain't? Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pulling rank I rev like a motor float ON like a boat to Kick a style like Tical from here to North Dakota The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk I bring death to the evil and power to the people My name ain't Steve Miller but I Fly Like an Eagle Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck And you don't want no motherfucking problems here Cause I can round up a posse like Paul Revere Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out Fresh out the penalty box Sporting a stocking cap, cut off dickies, and some high-top striped socks The freestyle finatic psychosomatic back at it causing static With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket The last in line but one of the first to get wit cha Bringing more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia Click click boom, nigga fuck your crew It's the chanky hip-hopper, taking over pissing in your stage monitor Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams You best to wake up and apologize Niggas penitentiary yearn me cause I, burn like Parker But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers The lyrical night stalker stalking at night in a pair of creased Khakis Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight Dub-C, that nigga from Westside MAAD Circle Ay man! Ay ay What's up Wino? Uh like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah yeah fuck it Fuck it, MAAD Circle bitch!