Sing it

For the niggaz with the bumps

Bump, c'mon, ba-bump

Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk

Nigga who is you?

Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days

Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed

Ahh, stage left with the right angle even

We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin

Get down, and ya don't quit

Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it

Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo

My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)

Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin

Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin

Hardcore's the way that I swing yo

Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro

A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor

So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga?

Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga

Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?

Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya

Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click

I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick

Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson

Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson

Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em

Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level

The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie

All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring

Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew

I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga

Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga

Horns...

Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah

Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track

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