Uhh uhh yeah

See I know how to get down word up

It's so hot it's LL's version

Of the East coast chronic

Smoke'til your lungs collapse

You supposed to be the ni**a

Where all the drama at

So ironic L came back

Flooded the market got your mens on the wall

Holdin his blunt too f**ked up to spark it

Show me a ni**a who can do like I do

Then gas your mans up

So I can rip that ni**a too

Braggin you goin platinum

Like that sh*t brand new

I was platinum in eighty-five

What the f**k wrong with you huh

Come L what you call rocks to me is minerals

Tried to throw salt on my name sh*t's political

The baddest man on the planet

So I'll when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted

Cram to understand it

I'll switch and write it lefthanded

Heat my pinky ring up

And leave your b**ch branded

Got a voice like a cannon ni**a shoot

I don't think she really hot

Your career is a fluke

I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen

Take a look at what I'm doin it

Will not be done again

As sure I am the descendant of former slaves

I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves

Make'em confess LL's the most rugged

God and no man's above it gotta love it

DO get this bread use ya infrared

RE f**k the industry it's all about

MI you ain't goin FA

L said it SO puffin on the LA

DO get this bread use ya infrared

RE f**k the industry it's all about

MI you ain't goin FA

E said SO puffin on the LA TI DO

Uhh E Dub on the microphone

Droppin bombs spots get blown

So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom

When I rap wack MC's vacate the room

Cause they suck and that's how I feel

I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal

Then wrap'round his neck yo' reel to reel

So next time he know how the real feel

Get loose and wrap hand'round the steel

Leave you in the truck wrapped'round ya wheel

I ain't playin But y'all front like I ain't it

And every rapper y'all like sample my sh*t

Name one I'm nice and there's no mistakin

I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman

My track record is out there gone

E T like maybe I should phone home

I'm known for the dome bangers

Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's danger

Scarface E LL Cool (jigga jigga)

J never heard it spit this way hey

DO get this bread use ya infrared

RE f**k the industry it's all about

MI you ain't goin FA

L said it SO puffin on the LA (that's right)

DO get this bread use ya infrared

RE f**k the industry it's all about

MI you ain't goin FA

Cause'Face said SO puffin on the LA TI DO

You switched from the raw to a chart climber

And now your sh*t is blowin out the stores

And uh next month you fin' to go out

On the tour but Count two three and four

Your records ain't sellin no more

And damn you done spent your money galore

Buyin all the stupid sh*t that

Your money can't afford uh-oh

Tryin to keep up with the trendy

Got your b**ch minked out in all Fendi

Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley

And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty

It's simply cause you wasn't focused on the next day

And your next tape you can't give it away

But hey I send these to these niggaz tryin to

Keep up with the Joneses

Everything you see me I owns it

I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years

So let's get that clear

You might have sold a few more tapes but

Realistically are you that great Nah

Can't get respect but I done paid dues

Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks

I'm the same dude

I've been the same ni**a since I came through

Do-re-mi too damn fool