: (You got it)(You) (you) (you) (you got it)(You got it)(You got it)(You) (you) (you got it)(You got it)Get up everybody and listen to this rhymeMy name
knuckled dragon Who gits on the wagon I'm not the 12 stepper Dont play me like a lever My mike sounds nice But it's not salt and pepper Well it's the
x4) I break it off like a kit-kat Casue ya cant git that Worth while style Underground sound So now your frontin Tryin to fake it Complain ya never make it
up y'all? (What up?) What's happenin? It's been six months and my dick ain't havin it If I don't hurry up and get me some ass I might bust this nut on
cut your motherfucking throat out, bigot Now it's your turn Bigots in the north seem to get respect You know I'd choke that greasy neck Step to the left, step
to enlighten bein void Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it? You got it? I know you got it, you got it, I see you chillin One love [
me, crack smothered me and the brothers I want to move out of this country, get away from motherfuckers Nine millimeter, it don't cover me, I'm caught up
little bit faq and help us We strugglin, jugglin, thugglin, hustlin, thuggin up in the club No one to talk to, you step on his shoes You really fucked up
the head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up [singing in background] niggaz need to wake up
I had to give up right For what I knew was wrong Yes it?s been an uphill journey It?s sure?s been a long way comin? Yes it has It?s been real hard Every
' gun, just to save yo' life it's just a .. little ass gee When you hatin on these fools on these motherfuckin streets I'm just a .. little ass gee When I step up
ain't wholesome They want to put a young brother in Folsom And others see me on lockdown But I come up foul then they get knocked out, word To the brother
head honcho Swift fist like Camacho, I got so much style I should be down wit the Stylistics Make up to break up {*singing in background*} niggaz need to wake up
all she got to feed us When she was alone she cried by the phone pepping out the window heeding But still I didn't see it Mama hid it from us We was kids
see it but you confrontin' it now Draw your mind in the sand til you done in the ground And if a nigga step across me I'm gunnin' it down And tell em
little dance? Jon: Over here. Fred: Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother
yo he died, And I'm glad you stepped off cuz I ain't givin' no free rides You little bald headed peon And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets