Ladies and gents, sorry to keep ya'll waitin'/
This goes out to everybody still hatin'/
For those who fake ya'll can keep on fakin'/
Cookin' a plate for you to stick your whole face in/
Taste good don't it cousin? Just so you know it's nothin'/
I get you buggin' like some Codeine and some Robitussin/
It's just the way that I approach each time/
I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme/
Broadcast to the nation like NBC/
With pages of 16s like an MPC
Deliver an a** whoopin' via MP3/
And giving you people more reality than MTV/
Doing PPV. Snap necks with the pressure/
Mecha, master carry you out on a stretcher/
You could sue, but ooo, the law won't protect ya/
Even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya/
Your not following me? Got your number like caller ID/
Try, you can holler at me/
I promise you pain. I will chop your body in threes/
You'll be sittin' there stuttering, p-prob-ba-ba-ly/
Follow me/
I got styles. You can copy one/
Back of your mind, I know you want to stop me son/
Here's news for you f*****: That cannot be done/
You can think that I have finished, I have not begun/
I'm grindin'/
Puttin' these kids to bed/
You think you're hard, but f***** you're an Easter egg/
You got a pastel shell and a soft inside/Squash your pride/
You think I f*****' lost my mind/
I'm not playin'/
I might as well be making a bomb/
I'm layin' down the foundation when I'm takin' you on/
Bet the flow I'm on the grind for the sake of my moms/
She's like, "Mike, show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on"/
It's funny but don't laugh/ Money with no cash/
The villian of vocab/ I'm killin' this notepad/
The realest to ??You don't even know half/
I'm bankin' a full tank. You're running on low gas/
Take that/
I'm cuttin' off your fun/
You're nothin' but a b***er knife stoppin' a gun/
We can dance, but your chances are slim to none/
And you can think that I am finished, I have not begun/
Got a razorblade tongue and I get this done/
No running just dumpin' on your clique for fun/
Machine Shop got it locked like the game's a joke/
Say somethin' funny get the whole gang provoked/
Better buckle down f***** go get your own/
We've been workin' ten years just to get this known/
The people on the block start to get numb/
They expect that it's fresh when the new s*** come/
Here it goes, let 'em know they can fix the frown/
Railroad rap. Hot tracks runnin' you down/
And they ask and repeat how I do this now/
Like I'm really gonna tell 'em how I get this sound/
We just do what we do. Give you that fix/
We come in the back like, "We run this b****!"/
Turn the lights down low when we start the show/
When I give it to you, give it right back and then go/
Take that, take that. Cuttin' off your fun/
You're nothin' but a b***er knife stoppin' a gun/
We can dance, but your chances are slim to none/
You can think that I am finished, I have not begun/
Follow me/
I got styles. You can copy one/
Back of your mind, I know you want to stop me son/
Here's news for you f*****: That cannot be done/
You can think that I have finished, I have not begun/
Finished I have not-
Not begun
'Gun
This goes out to everybody still hatin'/
For those who fake ya'll can keep on fakin'/
Cookin' a plate for you to stick your whole face in/
Taste good don't it cousin? Just so you know it's nothin'/
I get you buggin' like some Codeine and some Robitussin/
It's just the way that I approach each time/
I slap the track and turn around and choke each rhyme/
Broadcast to the nation like NBC/
With pages of 16s like an MPC
Deliver an a** whoopin' via MP3/
And giving you people more reality than MTV/
Doing PPV. Snap necks with the pressure/
Mecha, master carry you out on a stretcher/
You could sue, but ooo, the law won't protect ya/
Even the court room sketcher could not sketch ya/
Your not following me? Got your number like caller ID/
Try, you can holler at me/
I promise you pain. I will chop your body in threes/
You'll be sittin' there stuttering, p-prob-ba-ba-ly/
Follow me/
I got styles. You can copy one/
Back of your mind, I know you want to stop me son/
Here's news for you f*****: That cannot be done/
You can think that I have finished, I have not begun/
I'm grindin'/
Puttin' these kids to bed/
You think you're hard, but f***** you're an Easter egg/
You got a pastel shell and a soft inside/Squash your pride/
You think I f*****' lost my mind/
I'm not playin'/
I might as well be making a bomb/
I'm layin' down the foundation when I'm takin' you on/
Bet the flow I'm on the grind for the sake of my moms/
She's like, "Mike, show these pigs what kind of bacon you're on"/
It's funny but don't laugh/ Money with no cash/
The villian of vocab/ I'm killin' this notepad/
The realest to ??You don't even know half/
I'm bankin' a full tank. You're running on low gas/
Take that/
I'm cuttin' off your fun/
You're nothin' but a b***er knife stoppin' a gun/
We can dance, but your chances are slim to none/
And you can think that I am finished, I have not begun/
Got a razorblade tongue and I get this done/
No running just dumpin' on your clique for fun/
Machine Shop got it locked like the game's a joke/
Say somethin' funny get the whole gang provoked/
Better buckle down f***** go get your own/
We've been workin' ten years just to get this known/
The people on the block start to get numb/
They expect that it's fresh when the new s*** come/
Here it goes, let 'em know they can fix the frown/
Railroad rap. Hot tracks runnin' you down/
And they ask and repeat how I do this now/
Like I'm really gonna tell 'em how I get this sound/
We just do what we do. Give you that fix/
We come in the back like, "We run this b****!"/
Turn the lights down low when we start the show/
When I give it to you, give it right back and then go/
Take that, take that. Cuttin' off your fun/
You're nothin' but a b***er knife stoppin' a gun/
We can dance, but your chances are slim to none/
You can think that I am finished, I have not begun/
Follow me/
I got styles. You can copy one/
Back of your mind, I know you want to stop me son/
Here's news for you f*****: That cannot be done/
You can think that I have finished, I have not begun/
Finished I have not-
Not begun
'Gun