Straight Loonie

Testin', one, two, three, whoa, I flow rhymes wicked

And bust some to keep me uplifted

It flows to my braincells like from smoke

I'm no joke, I make an old man croak because I'm loc'

I'm wild, psychosomatic, I got gats

Stored in my attic, for any crazy bastard

It's all in the mind, when the E drops a rhyme

My freakin' frame is like a pair of Calvin Klein's

I drop flows through Customs and get sniffed out

Like I stole somethin' when I'm bustin'

I'm Don of mic with this shit

I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig, yeah

Erick Sermon got funk for days, for those who wanna

Backstab me in the back, like the O'Jays

Can't get these nuts on the real

It's gonna be a cold day in Hell before the E drops the steel

I still rock with My Adidas

With Run-D.M.C. and Jay, my niggaz packin' heaters

So get off, get off and if you want the real scoop

On the E Double, check the sounds

I rise my eyes burnt like cherry

Get wise to my style more fly than Halle Berry

I don't know so I'm sayin' bye-bye

Until next try

Def Squad, is in the house, yo

Green Beret, is in the house, yo

L.O.D., is in the house, yo

Keith Murray, is in the house, yo

And Jesus is a f**kin' puppeteer, the devil cut my

Sights off and I'm runnin' wild in this atmosphere

For mad niggaz it's curtains

I'm losin' my mind in this biological universe

In my dreams, I'll be gettin' away, drivin' a hearse

So when I get to hell, I'm stabbin' up the devil first

And leavin' the skull decapitate his ass, catchin' wreck

Rip off his head and shit down his f**kin' neck, bitch

From the little voice in my conscious

I might just leave a crazy-ass unconscious

And Y, is a crooked letter like my alibi

A psychic couldn't tell the science of my mind

This man gets the wealth and y'all can all eat shit and die

'Cause I'ma gets mines, bitch

West coast, is in the house, yo

East coast, is in the house, yo

N.Y.C., is in the house, yo

Lil' Jamal, is in the house, yo

Biddi-bla-ba-ba-ba, how ya like the Squad now?

I'ma come down to represent the juveniles

I kick styles that niggaz can't f**k with

'Cause when I come down, I cold wreck the whole shit

Now who the f**k wanna see Jamal, I fades 'em all

And any nigga that step up, he's sure to fall

Now I come down to be the illest, the realest

Any nigga that step up, I'm ready to peal his

Cap, sit back relax and dwell on the shit

'Cause I be the illest little kid, I'm ready to rip

Any motherf**ker that wanna step nigga

I'll let you know where the weapon is kept, how the f**k you figure

That you can f**k with me, I be the illest B.G.

Bustin' from Philly, chillin' up in Cali

Sally from the Valley, f**ked me and she burned me

So you know I got the illest and I earned my props B

Fo sho' I'm ready to rip any MC that step

And let them know where the weapon is kept

You punk bitch and I hit a switch

Any motherf**ker step, I dump him in the ditch, trick