(*Prod. by RJD2 / *Mixed by John Chinn) [** feat. Jakki The Motamouth] [Intro:] Yeah, yeah, it's us. We here* [Scratch Chorus (2x):] "I'll spit phrases that'll thrill you, you're nobody" - Notorious B.I.G. "You in the wrong league" - Ludacris "No advantages" "Tryin' to rip with us" - Casual "No" [Verse 1: ~Copywrite~] The real knows phony Memorize all them lines you want You still don't know me Try to front, I'll kill y'all slowly Cats want me to spit it with them without givin' up ends Yeah, I'll spit on your record for free, in a literal sense I don't give a...shit You like me or don't You ain't cop this and got this free, it might be you broke But fuck how you got it, long as you now own it Whether you went to Record Town, stole it or home to download it Travel like bullets do barrels right from the bullet surprise When I load it, be careful, but right when I pull it, SURPRISE! Bullets through eyes, fuck y'all fakes Gotta measure how good I'm doin' by how much y'all hate Till we abolish (all snakes) From the tree of knowledge (all praise) If my flow was any harder it'd be a solid I'm that vicious For mad stitches A heavy hitter, like I got a fetish for heavy bitches [Jakki The Motamouth:] Don't get it twisted ain't no rookies in the place The only time I suck is when the pussy's in my face I'm doper than motherfuckers So quit tryin' to solicit your boy I'm a man and your niggas a toy Look at your 'noid, a faggot at all I'll flash you with a switch blade, you bitch made Like you was had by a dog My shine mops your flow Niggas be listenin' to me screamin' "Sho'Nuff" cause I got The Glow Jakki The Mota, spits sick lines that go for your health The only cat you'll find nicer is Jehovah himself Stop testin' me Stick dick to the best to be's Got niggas pissed cause they bitch givin' 'em STDs So what you got a glock to my back Take my chain Turn around Pull out a deuce deuce and rob you back Copywrite stay hatin' your clique I'll play like Jehovah, take a rib out of you and make you a bitch [Scratch Chorus (2x):] "I'll spit phrases that'll thrill you, you're nobody" - Notorious B.I.G. "You in the wrong league" - Ludacris "No advantages" "Tryin' to rip with us" - Casual "No" [Verse 2: ~Copywrite~] Sniff four lines Now I'm wired on tour trifle My hype man will probably get tired before I do While this record is spinnin' I'm peckin' your pigeon But the second chorus She'll have gave me brain for seven consecutive innings I'll screw your plans up +No Joke+ Like Rakim at Scott La Rock's funeral doin' stand up Hands up Shout when I flow Get three more holes in your face to breath through Besides your mouth or your nose Lucky that weak shit leaked Napster wants your release date pushed back at least six weeks So fuck y'all I'm Scarface with a mountain of snow Before they announcin' the show I'm out with a hoe, countin' the doe Injure y'all Fuck who your team members are I roll with the hurts/Hertz but I ain't talkin' rent a cars Backwards in a Porsche through any stop sign I'm like the back of The Source too many hot lines [Jakki The Motamouth:] I'll prove I'm an angry artist You're my target for hate Crack your head open and paint the bucket wall with your face All of you wait It's not your imagination Motamouth and Copywrite Equivalent to a God and Satan collaboration Jakki's in the house Yeah, we can battle But how you gonna spit your rebuttal with a .45 in your mouth? You actin' sick, I'll tell you to quit actin' I'll guest appear on your album, and tell you to quit rappin' Your whole style needs a bitch slappin' So come through sunny child You funny style, like gay kung fu Try to shit on my city like we ain't rippin' you Come to Columbus, get hit and leave with +A Different View+ You fuckin' with hoes I heard you fuckin' with pros Put your dick in the river, you still can't fuck with the flow Thanks for your beautiful bitch I got her with ease All I had to tell her, is that you got a disease Fuck your steez I amp the crowd You'll try to do the same But you can't I laid a charlie horse on your tongue And cramped your style These so called underground laws are built to protect you I know the laws, but I don't follow them like bill collectors Fuck the rap skill, get your cap peeled I pack steel So if I can't beat you the gat will Tap grills Wanna injure you cats I'm so hot, DJs burn they fuckin' palms when they spin my wax [Scratch Chorus (2x):] "I'll spit phrases that'll thrill you, you're nobody" - Notorious B.I.G. "You in the wrong league" - Ludacris "No advantages" "Tryin' to rip with us" - Casual "No"
