[00:02.31] Ha! [00:04.48] Yeah (ha, ha, ha) [00:07.34] L.O.D [00:09.50] Keith Murray [00:10.63] Def Squad (Def Squad) [00:14.19] Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister Smith [00:17.41] You want a hit? [00:20.26] Ugh [00:21.66] Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad [00:23.97] Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents [00:26.93] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit [00:29.75] My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (drip) [00:33.44] Fuck all that sensuous shit (drip) [00:35.73] I represent intellectual violence [00:37.65] And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments [00:40.80] Like Redman, I shift with the ruck [00:43.40] If your "if" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (word up) [00:46.31] No need to ask you, "Who is he?" Son I get busy [00:48.93] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities [00:52.03] (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you (yeah) [00:54.50] I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature [00:57.58] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya [01:00.18] Drink your style down straight with no chaser (word up) [01:03.35] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back (uh-huh) [01:06.11] As soon as one of you niggas try to over react (blaow!) [01:08.33] The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (word up) [01:11.84] Break your concentration, murder your camp (ugh) [01:13.67] For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas [01:17.39] Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis (Bom-bom-bom) [01:19.68] Niggas coming through and acting wild (word) [01:22.11] Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile [01:25.19] I shot ya! [01:25.26] Yo! I conversate with many men (what), it's time to begin again [01:27.54] Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend? [01:31.09] Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body [01:33.89] Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me (nah, nah) [01:37.13] But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me [01:40.20] Make my moves strategically, the G-O-D [01:42.46] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player [01:45.39] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker [01:48.38] While you wondered what we saying on the records real (what) [01:50.69] Yeah, you motherfucking right, kid, you know the deal [01:53.35] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read [01:56.00] You get back-slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed (ahh!) [01:58.81] Some kids feeling guilty 'bout the [02:01.39] The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it (alright) [02:04.31] But anyway, back on the real side of things [02:06.92] My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings [02:09.40] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) [02:12.53] Everything is real, not just a song that we sing (word up) [02:15.05] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately [02:17.50] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three [02:20.62] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine, baby, shine, shine, yeah) [02:23.52] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea [02:25.96] How dare you ever in your life walk past me (what) [02:28.82] Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D [02:31.37] I shot your faggot ass [02:31.90] Ugh, now, who the fuck you think you talking to? [02:32.39] I pay dues, I spray crews [02:33.96] Look, I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like, "He's bad news" [02:36.79] Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego [02:39.60] Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico [02:42.76] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer [02:45.24] These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger than these weaklings [02:48.84] Seeking for respect that ain't there [02:50.45] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air [02:53.14] Tommy guns for fun, shawties for block parties [02:55.98] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi [02:58.84] Call the ambulatte, this man's wet [03:01.62] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette [03:04.48] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral [03:07.12] Ready to spat out at any adult that wants to quarrel [03:10.23] These feds want me for some tax evasion [03:12.54] Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian [03:15.66] Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture [03:18.17] (What the deal, pop? Ugh) Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Söze [03:20.59] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down [03:23.69] We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things (on the real) [03:26.32] Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin' [03:29.02] Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king (ugh) [03:31.68] Bitches grab ya ta-tas, get them niggas for they cheddar [03:34.89] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers (ugh) [03:37.60] Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox [03:39.70] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' [03:41.76] Like Versace locs, pops (so what the deal) [03:43.43] Wanna creep? Open like raw asscheeks [03:44.96] I'm sexin' raw-dog without protection, disease infested, ugh! [03:48.82] Italiano got the Luccianno [03:50.95] I gets down, fuckin' with Brown, Fox, extra keys to the drop [03:54.35] Boo, I'm jingling, baby (ugh, yeah yeah) [03:55.68] I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow [03:59.48] Roll with The Firm, Mafioso crime kingpin [04:02.37] It all real, nigga, what the deal? I shot ya! [04:05.47] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world [04:07.66] Crushed Moe Dee (Ugh), Hammer, and Ice-T's girls [04:10.63] But still, niggas want to instigate shit [04:13.11] I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick [04:15.75] Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches [04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck, boo [04:21.78] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers [04:24.55] Rhymes of the month in The Source for 20 years [04:26.10] Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state [04:29.62] I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait [04:32.49] Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets fucked [04:35.23] MCs that fuck with LL, they gets bucked [04:38.19] That's real, what's up with that "I Shot Ya" deal? [04:40.65] Light shit, niggas slip, now, how the bullet feel? [04:43.53] New York'll peel, in L.A., they gangbang [04:46.48] But if you touch a mic, your motherfuckin' ass hang [04:49.27] That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack [04:51.75] 'Cause if they do (ugh), they ass is always runnin' back (yeah) [04:54.66] Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names [04:57.56] L.L., shitting from on top of the game [05:00.05] I shot ya! [05:01.36]