Chorus 2X:



Nigga I Don't Got No Feelings



What The Fuck You Think This Is



I Got No Reason To Live



So Make Your Mind Up What You Want To Do



I Make Your Family Be Missing You




Yo Dusting You Off Like Dirty Fingerprints On Evidence



Battling Me You Dead Like Presidents



I'm Fresh Like Prince Jazzy Like Jeff



The Man Just Like Meth Crazy Like Lep



Plus Jams Just Like Def



With A Pin I'm A King Like Kurupt



When I Throw A Style, You Better Duck



And If You Don't Your Ass Is Out Of Luck



Don't Fuck With The Master If I Have To



Then I Blast You, Then Go To Church And See My Pastor



Why You Have To Be Like This, Me And The Mic's Tight



Like Lettuce, Lighting The Pimps



This Year My Son Turned Six



If Your Style's Wack Then You Need To Get That Shit Fixed



Brothers Hittin Jersey, My Raps Hitting Harder Than Bricks




I'm Iller, Willer Than Your Local Drug Dealer



Come To My Villa, Meet The 9-milla



Letting Off, Where I Stop You Getting Off



Make You Feel It Just Like Latifah's Kiss In Set It Off



You Want War Come On, Put On The Boxing Gloves



People Call Me An Artist On The Canvas Cuz I Draw Blood



That's What's Up With The Shit I Maneuver



Hit The Losers With A Lueger Then Lay Up In Aruba



I'm Gonna Be Rappin Till You Muthafuckaz



Get Sick Of Me On The M-I-C



I'm Sicker Than Ten Niggaz With HIV



Tracey, Pack The Chico, The Freak Though



Holding Heats And We're In Wall Street



With Sloppy Joe, You Feel Me Yo?




Chorus:




Uh What Check It, My Name Is Steven



I Eat MC's For No Apparent Reason



Better You If You Skeezin, I'm Pleasing



Those Who Dare, I Advise You Not To Stare