[Intro]

(Word up) Hooooaa (Haha)

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be, haha)

(Word up) Hooooaa (Haha)

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be)

(Word up) Hooooaa (Is he for real?)

Haaaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be)

(Word up) Hoooaa (Unbeknown, unbelieve)

(Is he for real? He can't be)

[Verse]

Somebody light the fuse so I can bring bad news (Uh-huh)

To all these crews (Huh) who can't NBA Jam with the shoes (With the shoes?)

That double-shot Hennessy got my mind trippin' (Uh-huh)

Drunk enough to start a campaign on ass-kickin'

With my nigga Keith who give assist like Scott Pippen (Word up)

For MC derelict whippin' (Ugh), cap or cock twistin' (Ha)

Drop your money in the slot if your block

Don't got areal representer cocked for action, like my block got

Rhyme skills three and a quarter for them droptops

Your caliber, straight-up pussy who pop Glocks

While I kick facts, react on funky tracks (Woo)

Give me room (Woo) like the Hyatt while I run this jungle habitat

And if I snap, get that monkey off my back (Haha)

Me and mics together roll tighter than Slick and Vance Wright (Ha)

Toast to the real MCs that can feel me (Uh-huh)

And if your bitch ain't jumpin' now, then later on, she will be (Haha)

All these weak punk MCs kill me, they don't thrill me (Ha)

Come to Jerz and get Jacked like Jill, G

[Outro]

Hooooaa

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be)

Hooooaa

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be) (Haha)

Hooooaa

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be)

Hooooaa

Haaaaaa (Is he for real? He can't be)

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