Yo it's the slick fuckin trick tight nigga from the Heights again

I'm gettin nice again as the pussy's like *?Micalin?*

So I pretend to be somethin that you ain't

You got me laughin til the fuckin bank'll bust I'll do ya somethin

sick

I'm bad to the bone gnaws at the gristle

Puttin the squeeze on niggas so (what?) fuck Mr Whipple

If you live along my end yeah baby girl I might tickle (c'mon)

I drink Gold E like Fred D drank the ripple

Word to God, niggas wanna play hard rap-a-dosis

That shit got to go, I cock back, shot the flow POW!

CAUGHT, now hook em to the respirator drip

The shit bag to his hip while he vision in the escalator

Now play the humble in the tunnel with the bright light

at the end of it, word is bond, time to end this shit

Chorus:

Here we go

Here we go yo, time to get dumped

Yeah that's how it is yo and that's how it go

*repeat x3*

Well guess who's next up to flex, no need to introduce

We're holdin down the spot just like the pimps that wanna 40-deuce

So here's the story, kid you bore me, don't ignore me

You're gettin killed in my territory (word up)

You think ya clever son but you're never son

Gonna get a chance to fuckin call me like Edison

I think ya better run cos I'm comin at'cha

And what the fuck you gonna do when I catch ya

Ya little bastard ya get the last hit

When I blast it you're gonna end up in a fuckin casket

I kicks the mad shit, I come to show the flow

You're fuckin with a pro but yo I guess by now ya know, so

Chorus

Well now I got you niggas stumblin, I see you fumblin, kill the

mumblin

Cos when I'm on the track I'm never wacked when I be rumblin

Like dis, like dat, I'm fatter