I been styled by June, had styles on my tunes

So my sense of style'll prove I'm that dude

And if you choose, you can install a webcam

And she'll be saying "Tonight's the night" like Redman

So you a dead man thinking you as fresh as me

My favorite pair of J's will prove that death come in threes

If left up to me, y'all gonna have to learn to shoot

Or get a degree that you could only earn at Duke

Cause, duke, you be wilding; duke, you be tripping

Tried to lick up a duke shoot -- homeboy, you slipping

I seen how you kick it; that's the reason we ain't boys for

Cause my women be in boy's shorts and your women be Boy George

Well, by George, I think he's got it

The Georgia Dome will fill on my latest project

Cause the Georges on my bills prove we the hottest

So there's no sense in being modest

We here to feast off the lion's share

But it's the dirty game, ain't fighting fair

And that's why I use foreign objects

Benzes, Beamers when I roll through the projects

On St. Nicholas and Convent

Looking for a girl who belongs in a beauty contest

Torn between going to the convent

And talking shit in the section for the comments

Man, these hoes out here

It ain't a wonder how they chose out of fear

But be clear, that choice is on a cute date

You gotta live with em like a roommate

Before it's too late, go through a screening process

If you flipping the script without a huge deposit

Then that movie that you making is truly nonsense

It's something made for television

I'm startin to realize -- what the hell I'm missing?

But with the pieces in position and the team is synced

I think I possess what they call

The killer instinct

The killer instinct

Kill a bitch nigga on sight

That got the nerve to even pick up that mic

Yeah, that's the killer instinct

Cop killer Queens where we end things

That's the killer instinct

It's the Cons, fool, word