It's the one and only, only one I hit I-10, then I spin and I spun Posted on the corner, selling raw now So three white boys can start stompin only one Nigga please, you still don't act right up I'ma give you answers to ya questions, yup And when the beat goes on My nigga SEAG, and my nigga Rappin' Ron Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Yo, some people husslin' because then cant make rent Fool you ain't better than, I move like the president They won't come prepared they didn't get the right info Although I'm hurt real bad I want you to know That's the slogan, cause the weed I smoke is so potent Cuz the wool lookin' phat my insides lika a glutton A slide gets ride, and crucified, like punch of Titan That's why we sittin' here building, spittin' flame on tracks But what you need to do is relax The revolution's brewing man, you should see behind the curtain All you punks talkin jeal', tear the shit way off I'm fresher than a peppermint and cold as a cough And I'm on it girl, that's right I'm on it girl New 3-80 for these bustas as I twistin' twirl Fresh Coogi when I walk with the price off And during this speech I'm always willing to reach That's why I stay to myself, stay alive and teach But Frontalot and I and the crew survived In the hood where it's hopeless, thus he has arrived I'm a Man of War, keep it gully like Crane's Beach 'Cause for the love of everything that we saw Niggas is fake, your teams faker, scared to rep without ya The worth water gives when it quenches your thirst Cause on the face of the Earth I'm the first What you comin here for, son you know the law Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice You bop and strain your voice, ha ha, got no choice Yo, it was magic makin love, it was a massive statement He lose it and he's back in the moment Make her jump for joy, so start to rejoice Sheep and the Legion to shine....And fuckin First grab my dick and get to suckin These are the things that make niggas live nice But don't get me wrong, you know I come in peace WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN', WE BE FUCKIN'! Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head The Grand came through, left this kid mic for dead Pacing like lions locked in an iron cage And MC's, gettin live on stage Presidents leave you dead glock to your head Master my craft, flashback on lyricist crash Like I live fast, I'm addicted to cash Won't be no escapin from the South to the North And you and Captian Kirk tradin ass for worth So you sell yo work and I sell mine And she goes by the name of Louis Line Niggaz been so serious, I cant play no games no more Make sure you're on point when it's time to tour The same old thing, gun, game and cocaine