Wailin'

In the zone like

Keyser Soze, always the usual suspect

No check, all

I got in this game is my respect

And southern pride

I be, checkin' my fuckin' head

Scared, lookin' up in your face,

Boy I see dead

If you test like

SAT, then

I guess that we may be

Enemies in the

P's freestyles be freebies

I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't

IWouldn't

I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like

Flo JoI wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go

The beat hit like

Beat Street,

Krush Groove and

Breakin'Never bakin', rebukin' satan, we had you waitin'

For the second coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin'

La-Fa-Ce records,

I think they got that perfect timin'

To be doper than

Saddam believe the

Nation of

IslamFuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car

I think they overstep they boundaries

OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he

I felt the pressure like sun shinin', while raining at the same time

I kept on rhymin', not complainin'

Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls

Throw up your daisy dukes,

I'm hazardous to all you boss hoggs

And Roscoe

P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive

But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed to

I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme

ICompose won't y'all get sick of that'

Cause I know

I do when

I hear those

Flows that ain't hip hop, you find that shit in the gift shop

But to each his own, my speech is gon'

Keep that shit up outta my zone

Long as you happy then

I'm happyEven if you just hate my fuckin' guts go 'head and damp me

Cause I'm gon' damp you anyway and then go home

And pray for yo' ass later 'cause we might need you in this war

I'm wailin' on you traitors like that