[Verse 1]

Simple imperfections are pointed out on the reg

If the misdirection is the message, boy, I'm on the peg

I'm the one-legged figure and I dig your simple style

All the while, ladies move, and I love the women's smile

Never dialed up a chick I liked, I missed the proper chance

Pistol-poppin' hands can't just window-shop a can (Dump it)

Dump it all on Sam, he's the clan's grand-uncle

Bam, bam, shuffle the bodies up off the sand

From Afghanistan to Atlanta, Pakistan to Savannah

Keep tellin' yourself you're changing, you're angry enough to panic

Light you up with the beat, abandon the use of fuses

It's '93 in this music, it's futile, take me to school with

Both the Doggystyle record, and Enter The Wu

Venture the foggy-mile, answer the Q's

Off of the top and on the bottom, we started and now we're near

Cause I can hear the Molly poppin', it's obvious how ya' fear

Wanna fit in with the populars, offer ya' all binoculars

Y'all end up hoppin', but they drop ya' when the cops alert

Dawg, ya' heard? Momma's gone to work

And you ain't off to stoppin' her

Officers got you coughin' till your coffins drop on top of ya'

Let me knock off the ice, I'm nice enough not to chop it (cha!)

Mice, I'm like with the profit, the cheddar is awfully white

It's absent outta my pocket, I locked it all in my casket

Practicing all my shots is the opposite of my tactics

[Hook]

'96 bitch, '96 bitch

'96 bitch, '96 bitch

'96 bitch, '96 bitch

'96 bitch, '96 bitch

[Verse 2]

I'll head on down to the market and talk it up with the cashier

"Mighta heard of it last year, I murdered for all the cash here."

Fastest I ever seen a person grab his beer and book it

Add a tier to the booklet of cookin' it like it's caviar, yo

Hold still or the pen'll go in your stomach

Pinnacle of destruction, functioning off of substances

Unknown, loan me the phone, I'm feelin' solely alone

I hope you throw me a bone, cause I know the road'll unfold

With most of the poems I've written

This lo-and behold is my vision

The mystic-ocean, I'm fishin'

Enclosed in the boat is my kitchen

How close to my home is decisions?

So close to the shore, I see pigeons

My flow is the most-deep and vicious

Sufficient breath -

My vision's twisted, it isn't the intermission

I turn to the curtained stage, burnt at the stake the admitted

Turn after wake's a mistake in the brain of executive labels

Manifestation awaitin' the day to break thru the table

Save your fables for later, the data made it okay to

Make or break the relationship between a razor and hater

Shave a face or delay, you mistakin' me for a waiter?

I can serve you dick-filet on a plate, I'll save you for later

'96 Bitch