Sing it
For the n***** with the b**ps
b**p, c'mon, ba-b**p
Comin through the alley with a trunkf ull of funk
n**** who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that n**** from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a d*** 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 d*** n****, rock this s***, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as f***, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
b**pin, straight b**pin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue m************ 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 m*********** n****?
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-a** n**** 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 m************ C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-a** zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the m*********** n****
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can f*** it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my t*******s swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, n**** looka
Beast known to make you give your m*********** hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, f*** all you n***** should be my logo
b****** wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when n***** wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now n****, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the n****, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
f*** that, I'm the one, s***
Horns...
Am I the flyest n****?
Let it ride
For the n***** with the b**ps
b**p, c'mon, ba-b**p
Comin through the alley with a trunkf ull of funk
n**** who is you?
Who me? Oh, I be that n**** from back in the days
Once again up in ya, Ain't a d*** 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 d*** n****, rock this s***, rock it
Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
My trademark, chanky as f***, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
b**pin, straight b**pin, neck thumpin
Stick out your tongue m************ 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 m*********** n****?
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Besides a shady-a** n**** 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 m************ C-me in a beanie
All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring
Down with the mad-a** zoo, I thought you knew
I bring flavor to the picture, the m*********** n****
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
Horns...
Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
Like that so I can f*** it up and treat it as if it was a four track
Locked down for years now releasin myself
Lettin my t*******s swing from right left left right then back to the left
It's that quickster, mad hister, n**** looka
Beast known to make you give your m*********** hood up
Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
Goin solo, f*** all you n***** should be my logo
b****** wasn't down now wannabe on my team
Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans
But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger
Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
Put the, put, put the needle back in time
And I can still remember when n***** wouldn't let me rhyme
Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels
No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out
But check me out now n****, you can't stop the reign
Here to reclaim the fame
It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
So who's the n****, mirror mirror solve the riddle
Cause I'm the m*********** n****
f*** that, I'm the one, s***
Horns...
Am I the flyest n****?
Let it ride