Show your best, Shaq shit'll blow your chest Go through your vest one time flow correct Brick City style talk with flair, walk on air Sumo, your Halle Berry coochie wear was just a rumor Crazy raw, blaze the hardwood floors Shut out a whole country two, days before Slay your whore, like you never heard of the man Rap, Roberto Duran, you, Davy Moore So much dough, I could buy a third of the land Crash my Jeep jump out, my Suburban you ran If you ask me, Shaq ain't flashy One piece of platinum make my whole body ashy Nigga what?
[Sonja Blade] Uhh, yo It's the sty' thing, I'm a feast, you fried wings Sonja Blade gettin more light than your high beams It's over, when I spit my words I make it dark Like an eclipse occurred when my click emerge I flip you birds, not a gravedigga but I getcha shit Then serve, y'all know that this chick's disturbed I spit superb, so ill, and so real While you no frills with no deals I hold steel (BLOW) And if I don't kill you, bet the flows will For my niggaz that ain't here I'm lettin the Mo' spill Briefcases of cough, like a coke deal Uncut verses, nuttin but dope skill Can't fill my shoes, beyond complicated All them big gats you got they confiscated Contemplate, I'm the shit, and you constipated I slaughter all cause y'all water got it concentrated
See that? Funk Flex, Shaq Dog, Sonja Blade, Redrum How we do, nine-eight, uhh
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