keep a big 5th...and I aint talking Donovan...
even Ray Lewis ain't comming with a harder hit...
I run harder than Preist...for that cake -holmes...
push product to streets...then I skate home...
a real charger ya see...like Ladanian Tomlinson...
plus a nigga got it for cheap...
you need a hail mary or a penalty to move rocks...
while I'm steady breaking corners in my tube socks...
I'm a hustla too...
who keep a lame's face in the box like a play when it's under review...
you could tell I have a grown fettish...
for throwing niggas under the bus...
call me Jerome Bettis...
chrome turn ya dome into blown lettuce...
big stones get thrown and you gon' catch it...
the reception is immaculate...
when the kid start passing this mac clip at ya wig...
I'm the great you can't see often...
you soft with the Bills like J.P. Losman...
plus you a clown on the stats...
I got horse callers --and I ain't talking dragging players down from the back...
need an ounce of that smack...I'll bag up...
shoot it in ya arm -you got "JACKED UP!!"
any people wanna test chrome...
I pick niggas off quick like the Eagles in the red zone...
you'll be leaving with your head blown...
back to your home feild...but I'm talking bout a rest home...
I don't try to emberass a kid...
but my steel will get a nigga out -on that Rodney Harrison tip...
or maybe Duce McCallister...
I make moves and shake loose the caliper...
stay true when I'm gram pumping...
running more wide out streaks than a corner in man coverage...
