Probably sold ya momma crack
Scott Storch (return of the great)
Mr. M- E- F (aww shit) know
Black people don't use the T-
H, yo (got it fucked up now)
Guess who back though, crack dough,
Stash 'dro, pimp on the side,
Rap flow, major, taste the flavor,
three letters, M- E- F Man
Been stopped, that's off top,
And you're not, no matter what the job,
Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-
I know that's right, so act right,
Like fuck y'all, get stuck,
y'all and have a bad night
As I brush off my shoulder, that's right
My nigga Scott Storch keep bringing
I talk about it and I live it
shitted and wiped my ass with it
These critics saw the train for
brains and must of missed it
If they ain't got the shit,
they'll never get it (never get it)
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
that ain't feeling M.C.'s
wheeling the V, feeling the breeze
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies,
throwing shit in the game
Is it me, or the industry that
Once again, it's Wu- Tang,
in case y'all forgot the name
clowns don't get turns, now
Fuck with a chick perm, when she get hot,
knowing these kids learn (kids learn)
That I'm that dude, ahh- choo,
and allergic to wack juice
y'all don't give me no hassle
Who rep Rotten Apple to death
Make hard beats pound like the
this raspy voice nigga is nasty
Khaki's hanging off of his ass,
That's fucked, that's us,
niggas know where to catch me
At 1- 800 GET- AT- ME (get at me)
My, flow's, no holds barred,
It's the head nigga in charge,
back when the game was hard
And when they reminiscenced over Wu,
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
that ain't feeling M.C.'s
With the top down, wheeling the V,
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies,
throwing shit in the game
Is it me, or the industry that
Once again, it's Wu- Tang,
in case y'all forgot the name
Until these rap niggas stepped up, checked up,
man this game is messed up
Next up, you know what it is,
Meth, what? F.Y.I., you need a heads up
And I don't mean to beat you in the head,
When you spit that, forget that,
where Cliff at? Tell 'em Mr. Meth got his shit back
The gift back, sign, sealed,
delivered and gift wrapped
And when you hear that click-
some niggas will talk to the cops
Get killed off, man how did you get
caught with all the rocks
no matter what you mix with a pig
You still pork, and money is still
Yeah, that was right on cue,
All these dudes try'na walk in my shoes,
'cause I'ma make it do what it do
With this W, like I can I get a
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies, hating on Killa Beez
that ain't feeling M.C.'s
wheeling the V, feeling the breeze
Is it me, or is it these,
Is it me, all my enemies,
throwing shit in the game
Is it me, or the industry that
Once again, it's Wu- Tang,
in case y'all forgot the name