"I'll shove gun in your grill greasy and heated
smothered in hot mustard so when i feed it to you its easy to eat it
you need to be immediatley treated while your breathin
or you'llbe leavin the recievin room this evenin wit jesus..."
Em
"I flow shit blow shit smash ya toe shit
On some sho' shit hose it down totally and you knows this man
Keep niggaz in awe with the old shit
No shit, and I don't give a fuck who you go get
I fold shit like poker, smack em around
On some Joe Schmoe shit, I back your whole click down what?
Frito Lay rappers I slay for play, tell me
Who in your circle could fuck around with Jay?
No mo' shit, Cristals get dough shit
Shoot my pistals on the reg, I'm on some double-fo' shit
Bout to drop a jewel and make po-po sick
I only the respect feds, beat cops know shit
I'm pro slick, the dopest nigga to your brain, the comatose shit
Cause after all, what's my name, oh shit!"
Jigga
"I strong arm with lyrics, watch how I prove myself
Whether shadow-boxing or full contact I maneuver well
About to have rap locked, with rhymes two to a cell
Inmate inseragated housing unit refusing the mail
Nervous, chain smoker, high blood pressure
I mastered food or court jester, lyrical sport experts
Dress for tennis, the mind of Minota with special-effect lenses
Parade of all stars, with rhymes with bullet gold cards
Done played with a full deck, as positive as my drug urine test
My rhymes do to your brain what bullets do ta flesh!
Rockin the house, the cradle, in the eighth grade
coulda rocked the bells, but I was more comfortable in straight legs
Strong, like the contribution to rap Kane gave
My ego and my conscience refuse to share the same space
Treacherous like Naughty By Nature and Kool Moe Dee
Wouldn't catch me Half Steppin', even if I lost both feet"
Thirstin howl the 3rd
