Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze

Always the usual suspect

No check, all I got in this game is my respect

And Southern pride I be

Checking my fucking head

Scared, looking up in your face, boy, I see dead

If you test like SAT

Then I guess that we may be, enemies

In the P's freestyles be freebies

I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I?

Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try?

Never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo

Flow zone like Flo Jo

I wanted to figure out

Just how low could your ho go

The beat hit like Beat Street

Krush Groove and Breaking

Never baking, rebuking Satan

We had you waiting

For the second coming, funny how time flies when you're rhyming

LaFace records, I think they got that perfect timing

To be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam

Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffing that dope up out your car

I think they overstep they boundaries (uh)

OJ, not guilty, that's how they found he

I felt the pressure like sun shining

While raining at the same time

I kept on rhyming

Not complaining

Storm braining cats and dogs

My catalog be the size of golf balls

Throw up your Daisy Dukes

I'm hazardous to all you Boss Hoggs

And Rosco P. Col' people

Who caboose my locomotive

But enough of that everyone can rap unless their gift's upholstered

I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I

Compose won't y'all get sick of that, 'cause I know I do when I hear those

Flows that ain't hip-hop

You find that shit in the gift shop

But to each his own, my speech is gone

Keep that shit up outta my zone

Long as you happy then I'm happy

Even if you just hate my fucking guts, go ahead and dap me

'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway

And then go home and pray for your ass later

'Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailing on you traitors

Like that (like that, like that)