First off wad up Sigh bet them fools aren’t Miss C/
They Gypsy compared to you not cool as Pittsey/
Now the homie Militant knows girls lovin my black sweat/
To my girl Steph on myspace I show respect/
Check out the hip-hop heads 7 and Roaches/
Always boasting bout there knowledge so we focus/
But of course this homie Salar is the one too fly/
As Rizzle and Rob G cut the tables as I/
Say wad up C.R.Y. Diaz, your ass don’t know me/
Well homie every girl loves me like Lil Shortie/
Hellrazor is the don Tone Capone is the man/
The Dan, Sofistik and puff all the spit the plan/
The Og’s like Crittaz, Belle was a beauty/
Truly missen one girl whose name is Ruby/
And that booty, my god! Fataldawg you got the tonic/
Ironic cuz I’m know I’m cool with Puff and would blaze the Chronic/
Frogstradamus is the truth, The Menace knows that Im wild/
Thug Style watch the Ghettostar flows as G~mile/
While you sleep on my rhymes the homie Limn and Mark Deez/
Freestyle and profile, Taliq is dark, see? /
No, you can’t see him cool as I still rap/
Act like Sicc so cocky I’m royal like Prince Mack/
Assassin rocks the sidekick, rock the rhymes so Synful/
Blissful to kiss you they can’t say that your simple/
What I sprinkle is truth like Salty and trust it/
Bustin mo slick flows like my name was Rukus/
The Menace bust a shot at these whack ass charms/
Kamikaze I got mo rhythm then you in my one arm/
Darn Big Flipp and Big E with Dante beef much respect/
As my best flow butta for the rolls on hataz fat neck/
Saint33, Flipmo also known as Jon B/
Croatians are cool man but blacks do it nightly:horny: /
Speaking of nightly, I might be that Italian/
Carmen San Diego knows I’m the black stallion:horny: /
Your Fettuccini to my chicken, whole feme fatale click/
my ladies have my babies Katie you know Im too sick/
Lately Emma been cheating but it’s all good/
Cuz me and Amara are cookin up that Soul Food/
Let it cool baby don’t let it burn your tongue/
I cook, I clean I’d listen to your questions hun/
And emotions, I’m breathtaking’ just like you/
Baby No druggies could even compare to you/
No high, I ladies insight their psychologist/
Is all in this like a gynecologist/
A force that breaks fools who segregate/
And separate body and mind as I speculate/
And stimulate minds that navigate/
Invigorate ladies who I fascinate/