Put me with the baddest bitches that be spittin' that drama
But when I buss they say, "Hush, that's momma"
Infrared pen, Mia, hollow-tip lyric, MC eater
Rowdy song bring it on, come on
Shut the club down you don't wanna go ta' war
I go far, have you screamin', "Get to the car"
Ghetto star x-rated when I spit
Got you muthafuckas jumpin' sayin', "That's that bitch"
'Cause when I step to the mic I come to tear shit up
If you don't won't this type of heat don't even pick your pen up
My rhymes buss get you clappin', throw blows like Royce Handin'
That's why I'm truest bitch standin'
You know I come in this muthafucka, I shut shit down
Fuck you in this bitch, I'm in this bitch now
Tru my clique and y'all know how I get down
Y'all need to sit down befo' y'all get clowned
Catch about six rounds, look, count them off 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Now y'all really think y'all niggas could get with this?
N-o-l-i-m-to the t ain't nobody hard as us
If they is, they got to be hard as the fuck
I run with killas and dealers
I run with soldiers and jackers
I run with niggas and murderas
I run with killas and kidnappers
All my niggaz get rowdy
All my niggaz get 'bout it
We scream, knuckle up, knuckle up
Yo, niggas, go rowdy
What, what
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Don't make me break you off somethin'
Uh ooo, uh ooo, it ain't my fault