Released on March 13, 2004

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[Verse]

I'm Biggie like son loyd, I drop 25 pounds off like

Roy jones doc gon take ya belt

I dont box in the ring I leave rings around ya hotel

And ya wife cuz, when you outta town

I'm like first draft I dont pick I choose

NBA Nothing But Ass is hitting my pool

I'm lying I'm broke but high like Tommy Chong

And the hammer on my gun be up like Fonzy's thumb

I'm a goliath, I even gave Cali tongue

Cause I was born in Bricks from outta ratty bunch

This is Hip hop its like its meat to me

And I play to finnish it strong like Mr C

This weed you talk about you popping bring em out

You smell like chronic is cause of el' in ya mouth

We be kicking ya ass D12 on the dash

While ya car is a V8 splash

When I'm done with mic create hash

J heard the verse He ain't mad

I vanish area the size of soccer field

Red handicap rockin with doctor shields

I got balls I'm above the law

My style sparks got the stash with a custom track

There ain't nuttin to fear but fear itself

Now le mme introduce you to the feel near my belt

I be uptown whattup Juelz Santana

I be in the Hood like Taliban Bandana

You want Redman can catch me on camera

Cauze I am so cool cool cool


[Chorus]

What more can I sayyyyyyyyyyy?

Yeah Its Gilla House Motherfucker

What more can I doooooooooooo?

I gave this up to youuuuuuuuu

I know this much is truuuuuue, truuuuuuue