These three little piggies say I ain't good as Biggie
These motherfuckin' niggies say my pen game is iffy
This ain't just yellin', nigga, this is storytellin'
Are there any seeds up in that watermelon?
Just because the melanin, never sold the heroin
Still got the avalanche flow that will bury them
Still got the pyroclastic flow and the calico
Red nigga, pale face, treat me like a Navajo
Bag a ho like a nigga work up at Stop-N-Go

Mop your ass then do a show, I call it mop and glow
Got to get my capital, Ice Cube is tactical
Holy mackerel, don't have to mack a ho
All I got to do is ask a ho (Ask a ho)
Then it's all mathematical, some say I'm radical
Skip the sabbatical, do you wanna battle, though?
Bitch niggas already know how that'll go
Fuckin' with Geronimo, even playin' dominoes
Get ghost, adiós nigga, vámonos
Motherfucker, I'm the Coast, get my locs
Get my folks takin' tokes, you's a hoax
Do you have any hits or just features?
These creatures spit bullshit from the bleachers

I'm the grim reaper with the ether
I'm the one that hit you with a sleeper
left you lookin' like a tweaker
Can you make it come out the speakers?
With over thirty years of heaters
motherfuckers can't beat us
Y'all better join us, anoint us
Yup, kick back and take pointers and stop cuttin' corners
Don't you try to warn us
'cause these lyrics are enormous (Yeah)
And I'm the truth and y'all just performance
He said, "; Cube still got it"
that's when I shot his ass
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
I'm the product (Blast)
I'll never lose it, nigga, I'll just abuse it
Are we talkin' movies, bitch, or are we talkin' music?