a subsciption of High Times Son Dooby's in the back The Mexican Ralph Emms is on the track My DJ Lethal, he's on the cut When I bust a dope rhyme, it
the Pound Blood, flying through the sky like a dove Gotta stay above, H O E to the S N double O P, D O double G Pass the number one spot like a ball
one, what up And when I'm on the mic, the suckers run, word Down with Ad Rock and Mike D and you ain't And I got more juice than Picasso got paint Got rhymes
got busted Busted, rusty, busted, rusty Cheaper than a hot dog with no mustard Mustard, mustard, mustard, mustard You tried to steal my fresh and you got cold busted Busted, busted, busted, busted
of July was three months ago Shoulda pad 'em down no one will fold both thumbs And eight fingers to square with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit dumb
piss on competition And have all you hoes in submission Trying to recondition your stilo Lyrical nino I sling rhymes like kilos From here to Puerto Rico One
Check the flow) When niggaz try to get high-tech (Check the flow) The dialect's on the flex Watch this, when I shine I bring rain Clouds, bust storms
to those that's worthy Lord have mercy, he's number uno, first, E Swift, we call him Swift Because he's swift on the cut and scratch No one can match
] Gettin crazy blunted, and you'll never say I fronted On the raps, cause I take the track and run it Into the ground, I'm ghetto clown number one Rhymes
my name is Dre Dog You give me your number I'll give you a call She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind But I can't have her number 'cause
the nerve out your body that don?t feel me And I rock the party like Bizzy B in his prime I?m cool as an AC I?m not Busta Rhymes No disrespect but I
going to dance for you now, look "dance to the rhythm and rhyme of coflow" (repeat 4x) [big juss] A hot one among the third rail is live (
pain device disguiser for infinite wisdom seeker knowledge of life rhyme provider ?on dudes that just strip time codes down for my feet? to master one
and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind I wipe the boo-boo from my brain then I finish up my rhyme Take a number, I caught you in
excursion TV people pissed cause I spit the dirty version Now tell everybody what be going through your mind Up on the stage when you bout to bust a rhyme
world, sittin' on top of the world With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump It's the number one
, be'cause Biggie Smalls Is far from weak, Brat, tat, tat, please speak (Nigga, close your eyes, 'cause you already see The Notorious B, R, A, T) The raw combination, the destination Number one
Aiyyo, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Blaze the hot trizack that sound like heaven Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one My mon methtical come