born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My mom ma was a heavenly one,
so the fam was pretty slow
Check it, if it wasn't on gospel,
Or written in the Bible, then it go
So when they tell the baby don't do
something then I end up doing it anyway
Like, don't listen to rap,
it's the evil music of today
But, I really fell in love with the sound that was
coming out form the East Coast
So we got it and twisted it up a bit,
now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead,
but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus, do fifty eight shows,
then I'm back with a big black sack of bread
Can't believe that that was said,
cause I'm here with a stack of fed
And I got it from rap hip- hop
and I did not have to beg
the mic in hand with my rap at tire
And I like my fans spending
grands cause we got the fire
An d you cry like a baby so your mic must be
When I read the magazine,
them rapper's sounding like
When I see them on the TV,
them rapper's sounding like
Wah wah wah (Whatcha crying
they mad at Smurf and Souljah Boy
They hating big in the magazine,
and don't even know the boys
washed up rappers wanna attack people
Run up to the car, pull out the mac lethal
Man that's a problem with
What ya need to know is that,
in the world there's a lot of dough to stack
And the ones that wanna hold us back
ain't been outside they cul- de- sac
Every nigga I know is strapped,
rip shows that'll blow ya back
But notice that, I can put it right down
to where the shoulders at
Hating on the south? Why? Trippin'
But you wanna get off in they pot
Wanna be MC you talk a lot,
up in the spot and you hot
'Cause they eighty fours be poking out
What the hell is you cryin' bout?
Bout the method of making money
By doin' it like I do it do the work
When you do it to the fullest ain't
When I was broke, homie I went for mills
Got on the mic with the intent to kill
Stronger than ever, and you a gimp for real
I drink Caribou Lou, and you drink Enfamil, chump
when folk make it up outta the ghetto
it don't matter even if he black or if he guerro
But, you don't know how to be male
you probably in a stiletto
Better yet in a baby shoe,
Sick of me cause I'm making dinero
And you don't wanna get clapped at
You say you better than rappers on radio,
'cause a benzo will never be in your car slot
Try to step up on the scene,
my infra- red beam's right at your soft spot
If you was on TV and balling you
Tech got long cream with chrome
?? with a chrome thing on his hip
But just know your hip will
'Cause when you look at the big picture,
my block pops a lot daily
And I can quickly bury you in your Osh Kosh B'Gosh,