Chorus: samples 4X
Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget (what they know about this?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme —> Keith Murray
Every time I pick up the microphone I drug it (what they know about
This?)
When I bust on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme —> Keith Murray
[Verse One]
I’m rockin shit, packin shit, while stackin shit
If anyone steps up askin shit, I’m blastin shit
You gone phase me, but swingin like Peter Parker
Motherfuck the shop, I’ll wreck the Goddamn barber
Forget your dreams about being with fans hugged up
You couldn’t be a dope MC if you said his rhymes drugged up
I told you once, but you forget so here’s a flashback
You couldn’t be shit, if you came out my asscrack
Stop frontin kid, you know you ain’t paid
And the only mic/Mike you wrecked was that kid you fought in first grade
Ain’t nothin lyrical about you but your lies
So cut the shit, cause its startin to draw flies
You’re played like my five-year old’s newborn toys
Don’t know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
Thats rough like my face when I haven’t shaved in days
Listen up, all these words take heed
When I cock and squeeze, no more MC’s breathe (none)
I’m sick of this, here’s my final dis
Fuck you dumb niggaz you ain’t shit like this
Chorus: 2X
[Eminem]
My Smith and Wessy got you layin in some alley messy
Got your family lookin for your ass on Sally Jesse
We squash beef in the mo’, when you ain’t breathin no more
Leavin your skull split like Steven Seagal
Let the cat out, flat out, Detroit’s a mad house
So I don’t get offended when I hear my city badmouthed
We quick to pull the gat out and set it
And leave you with more shit missin than a Lil’ Kim radio edit
Stick up kids be tryin to live paid
You get your grill sprayed with twenty-seven bullets in your ribcage
Get the guage, cock it back, empty your pockets, Jack
Or I’ma send you flyin like a rocketpack
Murder you for a bag of chips and a chocolate snack
Break into your crib still your shit and lock it back
Ten-year old kids be standin on the block with gats
Just for livin nowadays’ll get you flocked with bats