Lyrics
See, Its musically intense, so da games full of suspense/
I'm 99 perecnt, Lyrical, so da Kidd will pull at any expense/
Wit dollaz or cents/
Its a life habit, son, im a mic savage/
Cut off my tounge, i'll beat you wit sign languge/
Wit madd flows, spit flames like gas stoves/
U be fukin buts, thas why ya kids is assholes/
It's crazy, want the Kidd ta move slow, but sorry, I'm ready/
Wanted dead by many, so i'm on the Clipps, like Corey Maggette/
U betta get ready, ta face da Kidd, n give it a do/
Cuz da Kidd, will give it you, and anyone of ya crews/
Im still in da zone, wit tone, I blast wit chrome/
While in homes, I get blown, like saxaphones/
Wit one in ya dome..da Kidd got the thirst/
I rape ya verse...den tape ya hearse/
Hate the worst, wen i play the curse/
Spray ya first, with hammas/
Wit girls, who flash heads like cameras/
Dead the bangas, all in all/
Den Excute ya fate, n den ball wit yall/
Im typical now, cuz I stay wit dem lines/
So like UPN dogg, ima stay wit da 9/
So da best who leave, please, may I test my peice/
We lost BIG, so may he please, rest in peace/
I see ya tryina fuk ma game but ya cant faze me yo/
U cant even see me dogg, like I'm on the radio/
I got fam god, from Bellerose ta Flushin/
If my rhymes a dick, than ma flow is nuttin/
Come On Dogg, It's Nuthin..
