Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch Switch over to the right hand or back to the left See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def D-E-F, And I do work with these So is a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream Seems like I am a mother, so word to me Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree Servin' thee, or a so-called superstar Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
V.I.C.-
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple One for the beef, two for the trouble Three for my niggas that are ready to set it World's famous...Man, forget it
Psycho Les-
Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range But still hardcore and everything that goes with it Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo.....
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