Featuring L.O.D. (50 Grand & Kel Vicious) Intro: Yo I seen them motherfuckers out in the street Them pussy asses (Man fuck them niggas anyway) Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks
Keith Murray: Yo Kel (What up?) yo answer this question Why are we the nicest in this fuckin' profession?
Kel Vicious: Yo it's um simple philosophy Doe ray me fa so love L.O.D. (yeah yeah) Aye yo 50 (What's up?) answer this question (What's that?) Why are you the best in your profession?
50 Grand: Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch M.C. Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. Keith Murray (Yo, what's up 50?) answer the question? (What's that?) Why are you be the sickest in this profession?
Keith Murray: I been all around the world hearing the wack M.C.'s It's doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. (Aye yo) Ask yourself the very same question Why are we the wickedest in this profession?
50 Grand: I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. Any nigga want to step, get busy Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D.
Kel-Vicious: I be the bushwa freaker coming thourgh your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker Now Kel be playin' kids like the NY Knicks Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhymning Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing
50 Grand: Now soon as I touch the paper, see you later I shut your lights off like a blackout So hit the circuit breaker I'm the worst trouble you ever had Vocab like knife stabs Comin' wild killin' in a paragrah Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson
Keith Murray: I be the gimmie, the got ya
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