for third round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
real Niggaz, man Niggaz, get out my face Yeah, motherfuckers wanna blast I keep rhymes in store for they ass They ain't got the style to kick no shit I bust rhymes
play Until she's all played out Have her friends sayin' "Damn girl, you Mac Dre'd out!" [chorus] [verse 3:] At the drop of a dime, I can rhyme a tight
your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo, cause I do it in a flash Nigga watch out, cause that could be your ass I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
Taking out contracts on hatas, with my beam and a mask You can run you can hide, but it ain't no escaping I'm a trend setter with a beretta, for real
and multiple blood spillers A nigga from out the 4, you know I, don't sleep If a nigga don't work then a nigga, don't eat So a nigga is gone hustle, a
and see 80 I'm reppin the bricks Real shit leanin' like a syrup sipper Henny and sprite mix it up get a cup nigga Pour out some liqour for my niggas who
already got a mouthful, Act like I astound yall, well I?m a scoundrel, With enemies but cliche is a friend of me, I?m out yall. Chorus Pull up a chair
a little poontang You know what I'm saying Let me get a little trip, bitch You finna die Okay, cause I'm not a raper But you still make morning paper
, MC Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you
rola like a bomba on the boulevard Cruising with the 45's, got my loaded .45's still living this Crazy Life I lay low like a Chevrolet, Chevrolet And I bust my rhymes
A. We really off the hook, we off the chain man [Lil' Keke] No doubt, off the rip, ain't no telling about me Busting haters on a mill that like a half
round knock out Uh I bust a rhyme that dust frustrated rappers Dust crush competition, lights out like the Clapper The mic ripper, whip a nigga like a
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up signs with there left hand Standin' out on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
then you're lost In a shuffle of feet, Jinx the fiddler And I control your mind like Hitler You bow and vow to authority See now, a sucker with a style
went outside Jumped in the BM to bust a joyride Went up to A.J., in my fresh black wheel I'm not a sucker on the corner tryin to scrape up a meal The