i kno sum of em missed me/
i still stunt on ya missy/
in my hood, niggas wave da pump 4 da snitches/
like, it aint garbage day, but u'll get dumped in ya kitchen/
check da loccs on da door/
my flow is cracc, like a box of da raw/
i'm ghetto, like a cardboard box in a store/
and nah, i got no flaws/
das da reason ya gurl wanna feel my cocc on her jaw/
i'm often, bossin, lost in da war/
i done things i wouldnt even confess to da preacher/
teach me numbers, u a 10, i mess wit da teacher/
all about my respect, so i'm respectin Aretha/
mah, my rhymes is as fresh as my sneakers/
and when u hear me, u expectin sum Ether/
an I-pod aint enuff ta lissen ta me, u need ta get u sum speakers/
speak up.../
i can't hear u/
and u wudnt hurt a fly, who fears u?/
i shud get a caution sign on ma necc, be careful/
i'll wipe ya tears babie, jus like window wipers/
and i got da window down, after ma indo light up/
anything i say is hot, like i travel wit a grill ta fry sum/
but aint no hot dogs or charcoal/
when we close ta da crib, me n da chicc roll like marbles/
my vocabulary keep buildin like a carpool/
u aint neva seen no kid on da site like dis/
i got luv, so u luv me bacc, when i write like dis/
stand out in da dark, wit sum bright nike kiccs/
imma sex icon, so be careful, cuz ya wife like dicc/
gettin down on her knees wus da price ta lick/
i'm da prince, i go for more bars, like i'm tired of bowflew/
i aint stoppin cuz i'm afraid if i retire, u go next/
a new pinocchio storie, my dicc get longer when i lie ta hoes... shit/
i'm like California, u aint neva seen such fire so lit/
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