up your dukes and don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford I be makin' motherfuckers scratch they heads when I rhyme Y'all lil' niggaz scratch ya heads then rhyme
clubs you know you gettin' ya shit bust Not too many ducks is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme
the streets Holla at 'ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sound so sweet Yes I'm the same old G, same goatee stayin' low key, nope Holler at
hoes in check (?) [20:55] Here we goin and the sweets are still burnin popped up twice and we watchin Higher Learning with tha Cube and that Busta Rhymes
(Busta Rhymes) Yea I'm back to drive you crazy with that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little
Bring the noise, to all my boyz Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holla if ya
ever you from, where ever you goin' I?m gon put you up on this here 'cause youse not knowin' Let me take a little time out to holler at ya You go get
you Never loved you Never was you I'mma touch you I'mma bust you I'mma crush you Mother fuck you That's my nigga Aaron Yates Style lee lee killa Norman Bates Holla
, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get low, it's the Roc in the building, nigga, holla It'
fucked for instance When you bust baby, gon light the insence Pass me the rag, hop back in the Jag I stole out the showroom with the pricetag I wrote this rhyme
I don't bust guns, I bust rhymes to see funds Four-four caliber tongue, you want some? Let me know, K.O. flows, ya gots none Let me know, that you don
how to spit dese rhymes hard had to bust heads to get dat bread sometimes it can bleed or let it scar.live my life like fuck tommorow no i aint seein
A lot of you nigga's wanna be like me Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit Spit my rhymes all around and y'all sang my shit Switch my rhymes
you playahatas kill me Throw up your hands, if you feel me We gettin' dollars Homey holla, if you hear me This one time for my comrades doin' bad locked down Fresh out busta
in the dirty waterway speaker cabinets Maximum b-boy axiom stabbin' shit Intellectual women find that my rhyme style relaxes them And wonder if I fuck to the same rhyme
wit this playa, hellin foe rhymes, sayin this Family Scriptures at last remain this stickin that punk yo bank doe. Hear green, or comin real Little C bust
touch this Smooth with the roughness, thuggish ruggish I put a little bit of singing with it, and they love it (Rugged) Put 'em all in the bucket Busted