[Intro]
[Verse]
m*********** it's, W - I
Act up, knuckles'll fly
Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye
I've been trouble since the day I was born
A couple mix-ups
So I switched up, made it a song
Put your fists up, say to the song
You know the style, get wild
Like a child I was raised in the corn...n****
And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off
I'm like a jet when I take off
I'm the one the grip the beat, youngin'
No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin'
Hit the streets, youngin'
You'll hear my name ring bells
At your face, I aim these shells
Young Wiz,"Hey pimpin"
Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin'
p***** try to claim to be real, straight simpin'
Y'all n***** ain't listenin'
Hold up! Who you...
Know realer? Flow iller?
Move with a team of goons and go-rillas
Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us
Dudes probably thought I'd lose...NO, n****!
Go figga, man I'm playin' to win
If a n**** act up, then I'm layin' him in
You can see a little change from the way that it's been
Said it before, I'll say it again..
m*********** it's W, I (dot) Z (dot), playa!
Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer
Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters
Stackin' all bucks, man f*** it it's not fa-ir
Cause my team keep winnin', keep women
Keep coming up with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em
From the home where the hammers' shootin'
Cats all day, hand-in-hand we're moving
They can't swing like a fan was movin'
Get chopped up like a jam in Houston
It's young Wiz, huh? Steel City, yeah!
Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year
Yeah! And I rock and roll
'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole
Getting paid's not an optional
I tell chicks, C.D.C. - Cash Daddy's Checks and roll
[Outro]
[Verse]
m*********** it's, W - I
Act up, knuckles'll fly
Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye
I've been trouble since the day I was born
A couple mix-ups
So I switched up, made it a song
Put your fists up, say to the song
You know the style, get wild
Like a child I was raised in the corn...n****
And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off
I'm like a jet when I take off
I'm the one the grip the beat, youngin'
No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin'
Hit the streets, youngin'
You'll hear my name ring bells
At your face, I aim these shells
Young Wiz,"Hey pimpin"
Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin'
p***** try to claim to be real, straight simpin'
Y'all n***** ain't listenin'
Hold up! Who you...
Know realer? Flow iller?
Move with a team of goons and go-rillas
Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us
Dudes probably thought I'd lose...NO, n****!
Go figga, man I'm playin' to win
If a n**** act up, then I'm layin' him in
You can see a little change from the way that it's been
Said it before, I'll say it again..
m*********** it's W, I (dot) Z (dot), playa!
Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer
Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters
Stackin' all bucks, man f*** it it's not fa-ir
Cause my team keep winnin', keep women
Keep coming up with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em
From the home where the hammers' shootin'
Cats all day, hand-in-hand we're moving
They can't swing like a fan was movin'
Get chopped up like a jam in Houston
It's young Wiz, huh? Steel City, yeah!
Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year
Yeah! And I rock and roll
'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole
Getting paid's not an optional
I tell chicks, C.D.C. - Cash Daddy's Checks and roll
[Outro]