Hi, my name is
Shaq and I wanna go pop, knock
I gots to have the hip in my hop,
tell me which
MC can rock the party like me
Notorious 7 -footer,
with enough harmony
Never hesitate when it's time
to rock a rhyme
Brothers go for yours,
then watch me go for mine
I'm good for this here cause
I got the know -how
Forever doing damage to ones in canal
Enter with a frown,
then I leave with a smile
You soon to figure out that
Shaq is worth your while
If seeing is believing,
then you best believe it
And if you're from
Belize, well then you best believe it
Sometimes I get crazy,
and this is how I feel
Didn't
Franklin
Newell put your kill on a
hundred dollar bill
So I could get took that and
didn't spin I like
Special
Ed my man, but I'm the
Shaqnificent
Standing in my b -ball stands,
I know you heard I start fires like
Donnie
Wahlberg
I make pic s in state,
out of state, state to state
Cause I'm too great, hold up,
wait I get vexed when you disrespect
Should I put you in check or should I
break your neck?
You think you're hard but
your lyrics are soft I hate when
MC's yell to get their coin across
And I gig on them
Nobody empty can't test
Take off the
S off a superman chest
And I gig on em
You are the big daddy one
Rude boy with the sensation
I gig on em
You better face reality
Big
Shaquille with the mentality
And I gig on em
You better won't go whole arrest me
Me and the
Alpha from a tribe called
Quest
Bow bow bow, let off a shot one time
This not dedicated to the
punks that can't rhyme
I never fake the funk on the dunks,
neither my lyrics
Real or real like
Cuba, so sucker come with it
When it comes to the micro, I'm
P -H -O -N -E
I got mad lyrics, in other words, plenty
When the
MC want the battle, then it's on
What the hell made him think
he can get with
Shakira,
Sean?
You run your jibs, but you get no dibs
My style is steady like the virus
that we all call hip, huh
I'm top choice with the
ragged -like voice
Fix my lips for the mic,
make sure it sounds moist
Like a
Betty
Crocker or a
Duncan
Hines cake
On my delivery,
it sounds frosty like a shake
Big up myself every time, rewind
I come rough like
McGruff, I take a bite out of crock
Little teeny weeny bits,
cause my style's all legit
Five dawgaz in a house, so sit,
ubu sit and watch me gig on em
Enough respect to all crew
You and you and
God knows who
And I gig on em
You are the lyrical champion
Mr.
Shaquille,
you are the bubbling gun
Watch me gig on em
Yes, him have lyrics inna this
All part of puff
DJ, him have all this
That's watch me gig on em
Come let we jump on the track
Lyrics all come from behind
God's back
Prepare to fall to them
knees like chopped trees
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, chill, chill, chill
You don't have to kick a third version
Just let those people know
All the fellas and peoples you giggled
Greg
Anthony, I gigged on him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Alvin
Robinson, I gigged on him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Manute
Bo, I gigged on him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grandmama, I gigged on him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Me -fi -me, I gigged on him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Country people, gigged on them
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Jeffrey
Sledge, I gigged on him
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell you, hell yeah
Jeff
Finister, I gigged on him
Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah