Straight Spittin'

I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice

I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes

I'll stick your girl, Agnus

Flipmode bring the madness

Platinum status, Rampage I'm the baddest

Check the credit, yo you might as well dead it

I said it, fuck the edit, it's uncut

Nigga what, it's crunch time for me to shine

I'm a show you easily for me to take mines

Pass my nickel plated nine, call me Einstein

Buck a shot two times and stick you for your rhyme

Put you in a pine box

You and your whole family's on detox

Hustlin' crack for Reebok's

Holy socks, cut you with my ox

Rampage got the city locked

And your function, to the Flat Bush junction

'Causin' rambunction, watch me do you somethin'

Baby Sham on some new shit

New and exclusive

Five three, Caramel, tight grip on a four fifth

Leave em all stiff, blow smoke from this foul drift

Nigga with the 6 story, throw em off the cliff

As I speak the shit to put my name on the list

The small thug with a slug put a mark on his wrist

A tattoo of pyramids, puttin' hollows in clips

Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin' to riff (what the fuck?)

QB's type shit, cause we runnin' your clique

See me in the drop, with your six, sayin' she snitched

But never that, 'cause-o, high beam through the window

My lookouts move slow, they heard you never blast though

Got a safe in your crib, sham, you know the code

Search, spoke out, 3, 2, 1, that's zero

Took the c notes and flip mode left on the quietest note

Swallowed these then cleared your throat

Bitch ass, you should have spoke

Gimmie an F

Fuck the bullshit, fire my gun

Fly a nigga head, fuck it for fun

Fuck where you from

Gimmie an L

Layin on beaches, killin' all leeches

Love to break a liar face

Pick up the pieces, yo

Gimmie an I

Intelligence eliminates all irrelevance

Icon of immaculate rhyme common sense

Gimmie A P

Powerful professional

Poppin my pistol

Make a pack of people paranoid like 20 pitbulls

Gimmie an M

Master of all missions

Maker of decisions

Head on collisions

Massacre the meat rack, ask the women

Gimmie an O

Got niggas open, open heart surgery

Rhyme so official, overthrow governments

Shit is nursery

Gimmie A D

Diggin my dick all inside your chick

Dominate the heavyweight division

Rhymin district

Gimmie an E

Everlasting slang

Eternal ebonics

Lyrical e-mail

Stabilize livin' in all my economics

Squad

Group of men, women

Unified force

Squadron

Movin' like one in unison

Beg your pardon

What they call me

A hundred on a Harley

Out of nowhere, and keep you surfin' like Brawley

Narley! I'm the bitch with the pistol

Woody Woodpecker or L.L. at the Bristol

Official stand, hold it down in Trent

Then link up at the tunnel with the rest of my camp

Paper like Meade, I'm in the mix like Speed

And be screamin' on the mic till my tonsils bleed

Yeah that's the way it is

Like when a kid get christened

Like comin' to the bricks to find your whip missin'

Rockin' uptown, on down to west Howston

Houston, peace to my bitches that's boostin'

After juicin', I'm a straight black ball a rapper

Tap a nigga's nerves like them hackers

Be goin' on the modem, I get the call from the dispatcher

Then show them mother f'ers what I'm after

Yo I back slap a wack m.c. for trying to be

Something he not, pull his card, blow up his spot

Nigga talkin' bout murder but ain't committin' one

Niggas talkin' bout gats but ain't bustin' one

Yo, I see you in the ? portayin' like you a thug

Yea, your man got a gat, but he ain't bustin' no slug

You

You's a local black spokesman, I split your front open

Vicious knife wound, fucked up like Ron Goldman

Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit

Grew up with the bad and ugly, quick to pull shit

Ignorant, vulgar, on your tape recorder

Idol to your son and probably lover to your daughter

Fatman son, wilted grandson, ? nephew, Frank the cousin

Uh huh, one more time, uh huh, spliff, come on

Bust my gun, like Colombians

Make niggas collapse like fucked up lungs

Better obey the laws of the land

Or lay still like soldiers of fortune in Nam

Closed coffin with flags folded in half

Triangular shape, blow out the candles with grace

For fabulous tastes, some will, battle for space

Pay the ultimate price, poltergeist

Put the holy ghost in your life, bring you closer to Christ

Focus your dice, when the vulture's in flight

Re-sculpture the mic, then smash heads like the opium bite

Prophet in vein, Metropolis claim body and soul

ID's controlled in the optical frame

Never stoppin' the game

Remove your squad with steady plans

I body slam punks like Superstar Billy Gramm'