(Text in brackets is side-conversation made by Stretch or Bobbito)
Aight, let me kick some more s***, one more time
[Bobbito: Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more]
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Big L]
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah]
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!]
Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
Yo check it, yo my s*** is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap s***, you ain't worth stickin'
I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a n**** swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
Plus I f***** your little sister and that p**** was right
That p**** was tight, grippin' my d*** like a pair of pliers
You f*****' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his a** [Bobbito: Ouch]
[Stretch: Oh, word]
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
That's quick to beat a n**** like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your w**** off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain't a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes b*****-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y'all n***** can f*** with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do s*** that only tough men do
And them cats you with f*** them too, I'll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-a** n****
No dough, always on the train-a** n****
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-a** n****
You got f***** upstate, you cupcake
How many d***s can your b*** take?
I ran through every b**** in my path
I was f*****' chicks in the a** when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}
Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]
And after this, n****, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history
Yeah
[*Laughing]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my math]
Aight
[Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] {*laughing*}
Aight
[Stretch: Aight]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my history]
[Stretch: That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom]
[Bobbito: Yeah]
[Stretch: 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
Give me tape...' Not this one.]
Aight, let me kick some more s***, one more time
[Bobbito: Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more]
Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Big L]
Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out [Bobbito: Yeah]
Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out [Bobbito: Woo-- Woooo!]
Aight, we gone hit it like this, check it out
Yo check it, yo my s*** is hot like jerk chicken, I should rob you
But with that cheap s***, you ain't worth stickin'
I've got a left hook, that be leavin' guys knocked out
Keep frontin', and I'm a choke you till your eyes pop out
I was taught that if a n**** swing, swing right back
Battle Corleone, why do a stupid that like that?
Yo, I'm not in the mood, son, so don't push me tonight
Plus I f***** your little sister and that p**** was right
That p**** was tight, grippin' my d*** like a pair of pliers
You f*****' snitch, right now you prolly wearin' wires
It's not a joke, so as soon as he laugh
I'm a strip him naked and stick a long broom in his a** [Bobbito: Ouch]
[Stretch: Oh, word]
Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin'
My album is done, so no it ain't no parts open
I'm not a sweet stud, I'm a street thug
That's quick to beat a n**** like a cheap rug, till he leak blood
You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your w**** off
Then call all off, and tear your jaw off
My life is far out, I got star clout
Every week bring a different car out, go to clubs and buy the bar out
You ain't a player, put that cigar out
Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off
Leave your clothes b*****-red like the nose of Rudolph
I rocked many stages and never got booed off
I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse
For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first
Cause none of y'all n***** can f*** with me
And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me
We puff much izzy
I do s*** that only tough men do
And them cats you with f*** them too, I'll buck them too
Be careful what you rush into, you lame-a** n****
No dough, always on the train-a** n****
Canal street, 10-karat-chain-a** n****
You got f***** upstate, you cupcake
How many d***s can your b*** take?
I ran through every b**** in my path
I was f*****' chicks in the a** when I was six-and-a-half {*laughing*}
Yo, I'm a take you out your misery [Stretch: Yeah right!]
And after this, n****, put you in the social study book 'cause you're history
Yeah
[*Laughing]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my math]
Aight
[Bobbito: I'm gonna give you my math] {*laughing*}
Aight
[Stretch: Aight]
[Bobbito: Yo, I'm gonna give you my history]
[Stretch: That's one I'm not gonna play for my mom]
[Bobbito: Yeah]
[Stretch: 'Anthony, I haven't heard the show in so long.
Give me tape...' Not this one.]