Farmers

Right now

I'm 'bout to show you how it's done, you can

Shut down yo, my

Uzi weights a ton, you can

Beat down and you can pump it in your system till it

Blow out whatever dog, no doubt,

I'm bout to

Smack up, anybody who front like he

Hardcore don't he know

I stay raw? this is

LL competition, they fell because

IDo this bringing drama and truth 'cuz

I don'tPlay that, and

I be reepin' up cash since

Way back put your honey on my lap and make her

Heat up, got her beggin' me to beat it up

Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor, straight

Kill that, have her garglin' nuts until

ISpill that, you better play like

En Vogue and

Hold on, you wanna battle?

Set it off baby

Come on, come one, come on, come on

F, because my flavor's the best

A, I get my hustle off all day

R, wreck my block, knee all far

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my nigga

E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car

S, I repped it, what more can

I say, son

Farmers what, farmers what

Murder, little niggas gettin money on the

Hot block, he got the chrome shit spinnin' up on

Linden, look at the ice and leather, the way it

Blendin', pass the spit hot

Linden from here to

Mary, you think you hot,

Cool Jane?

EverHere it, and when it comes to this

I'm not aSoldier,

I'm a General crack

KingI told ya,

I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga

What now, tell your man step up, then watch he

Go down, game one, do or die like

Bedside, nobody even comin' close, nigga

Why try, from the

Bronx to Shaolin to

Uptown, like buckshot said nigga

Duck down, you better play like

En Vogue and

Hold on, you know

I'm goin' out nigga

Come on, come on, come one, come on

F, because my flavor's the best

A, I get my hustle off all day

R, wreck my block, knee all far

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my nigga

E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car

S, I repped it, what more can

I say, son

Farmers what, farmers what

No doubt,

I'll take your block and air it out, stay

Ice out, me and my man,

Little Sharp in the

Double R, whole block, lined up wit all the

Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you gotta

Get paid, no matter what

I do, I keep it

Sexy me and my team spendin' cream on the

Club scene on

Performance

Boulevard out in

Killa Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout

One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered down

Hip hop the broad money and alah zay it

Don't stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a

Head ride when

I'm goin' to

BedshawRemember me,

I'm the greast

MC there could

Ever be, you better call

Def Jam, and tell 'em

Hold on, 'cuz another major label told me

Come on, come on, come on, come on

F, because my flavor's the best

A, I get my hustle off all day

R, wreck my block, knee all far

M, I gotta hold it down wit my man

E, big up to my nigga

E LoveR, keep the ill rims on the car

S, I repped it, what more can

I say, son

Farmers what, farmers what