Lyrics
who wanna step to the kid, that beheadin these kids?
reppin this shit to death or till im left with a win,
no less than second in this, cuz im destined to win,
i diss u bitch its equivilant of metal to spin,
thru ya vest to ya chest yeah the pressure is in,
few will rest, who the best? yeah retro is it,
nobody in the city spit iller than me,
i fill up ya Gs with hate when im spillin a free,
Still a broke kid, i aint rockin long chains,
Got more bananas and barrels than a donkey kong game,
Try to fuck with me, u get cut, die, then stamped on,
punches got u sayin "what?" like the ruff ryders anthem,
i used to be a weed glorifier,
Who burned more trees than a forest fire,
But i done stopped that, now its time to cock back,
Ask your girl, she wishin she could have my cock back,
Come to STC where the hustlaz know how,
To push more white powder than a fuckin snow plow,
All the young MCs, fuck'em, they gettin old now,
Tryna have too many words in a bar yo they gotta slow down!
Even im goin too fast, gotta slow my flow now,
So u can hear the punches like a boxing match with no crowd,
My rhymes keep you warm when its fuckin cold out,
U more useless than an aids-infected slut with no mouth,
Why is it that im always the first to get hated?
From bitches who gunna grow up working as waitors,
Youll never be famous, stop the purpin and fakin,
Before this gun makes you run like a personal trainor,
When i breathe on the mic, it makes the air fresher,
So u can forget about the crown like a bad hair dresser,
Yah im with ya girl, just gimme 5 mo minutes,
I'll put the white stuff on her face like she Tyrone Biggums
i be living it up...(so what?)
not giving a fuck...(so what?)
your bitches they suck, they wish they could fuck,
but i wont even give them that nut...(what now?)
rhymes written in blood...(so what?)
from times i spit at them thugs...(so what?)
no more stimulant drugs, i got a bitch that i love,
and she gettin all the kisses and hugs...(what now?)
i aint afraid to speak facts...(so what?)
never taking weed back...(so what?)
i just bring the heat tracks never is the beat wack,
You feel like u on a drug high whenever E raps...(what now?)
