I'm Gettin The Ahh, I'm Gettin The Ahh From The



Weak Shit That I Hear No Lyrical Styles Come Near



To The One Who Boasts Like Buck



On The Mic Truck, Cuz I Never Gave A Fuck



I Hate The Weak Shit, Man It Be Fuckin With My Soul



I Peeped How Radio Be Trying To Take Control



Tellin Me To Get A Little Lighter On My Lyrics



But If It Ain't Real On The Mic I Can't Feel It



Straight From My Bloodstream, I Pump Finesse



Nevertheless, Hold It In Your Chest Like Stress



Rhythm And Blues Style Is Not In My Environment



And When I "slowww Dowwwn" It's Time To Take A Hit



But Until I Fall Off, Call Off Your Set



And If You Never Knew Me, Then You Never Knew Wreck



Look Inside Of The Mind And See



Cause You Might Be Trapped With A Nigga Like Me



I Feel Like I'm Trapped In The Motherfuckin Cave



To The Rhythm I'm A Slave, Lookin In My Grave



Jugulur Vein Bustin Out My Neck, You See The Rage



I Move When I Groove Cuz I'm Into, The Stage



Of The Buckshot, Black, I'm Bringin It Back



To The Roots, Like Timberland Boots, Home On My Rack



And I Don't Give A FUCK What You Say



Commercial Rap, Get The Gun Clap, Day After Day



Niggaz Don't Play On The D Low, Kid You Know My Steelo



I Roll On More Niggaz Than Cee-lo



We Might Just Bumrush Your Set



Me AND My Niggaz On The Real Mic Check



Like My Nigga Smif Gettin Swift On The Gift



Then I Toss Another Lesson To My Nigga Wessun



And My Nigga Five From The Tribe Of Moon



Pass The Crooked I, Bitch Yo Pass The Boom



Whenever You're Ready I'ma Take You Into The Stage



Deep In The Mind Of A Slave