[Intro] Yeah You're now rockin' with the best Hub City's threat Minor of the year K. Dot Ooh, it's about to get so ugly in here It's about to get so ugly Like whoever's listening to this Oh man I crack myself up Yeah Oh my God man, oh my God We 'bout to shit on these faggots man Check it Yeah, K. Dot (Let me get that) Verse] First niggas used to rapping, get my attention Now I don't even listen It run through one ear and out the other And I don't buy niggas records for music I'm more interested in their album covers I'm a talented brotha Plus I move so quick it's like my brain came with a joystick Mother****ers better listen when I spit I knock records out the park Homeboy I Ken Griffey a hitch And I might Ken Griffey ya bitch But won't buy her shit, not even a small bag of chips Just give her long pipe 'til it's scrapin' her hips Like a waitress, the way the broad ask for the tip If you want, just ask for a clip I'll give ya those for free, no, I won't charge a fee Just roll up on you, like cut off sleeves Nobody can cut off the number one rap artist, damn, I am the hardest Blowin' through Nintendo cartridges To Maybachin it, valet parkin' it Now people arguin' who is better? Them or him, him referring to me Them referring to the industry Hands down, Jay left, now give me the crown **** later, I'm takin' it now **** haters, I'm takin' 'em down With the red beam, red beam, silencer, don't holler it muffle the sound Bark like ten rottweilers straight from the pound Straight for the dollas, 745, older Impala, scrapin' the ground I suggest you follow, or not be smarter Seein' another broke tomorrow You can tell the way I speak begins to stutter First it was hard for y'all to even makin' it harder Ain't about money, then please don't bother Y'all niggas funny, talkin' bout that you run shit When I'm lookin' at ya like "Who are ya?" Y'all niggas is gas And what make that bad is y'all niggas is trash Y'all don't wanna see me spaz Out, pull the gats out and see me blast, ouch You better off coppin' a pen and a pad Than copyin' the last rhymes I had And spit 'em to your homeboys 'till they all say "You wrote that?" Tell 'em lies or, give 'em the facts It don't matter 'cause in a minute, I'ma be chargin' my raps A G for a bar, that's 3 16's, plus a 8 bar hook nigga, add up that I charge you a verse like Dre would charge you a track Your whole budget, hoes love it But you hate it, 'cause I'm your girls favorite Nigga, face it, you can't walk in my shoes nor change the sides tryna replace it As far as rap, I spit in the Matrix Past reality, nigga actually, I wrote a rhyme where there was no gravity (Haha, oh my God) That's a whole 'nother planet For real holmes, I do damage Blow up ya city, even ya school campus Run in ya class while your doin' ya standards Let it blast One gun subtractin' ya life, now that's the basics of math 【Outro】 Oh my God man let me stop spazzin' out on these niggas, B They have to call 911, I'm done Dave, you feel me man? It's real K. Dot man, just havin' a lil' fun up here man It's real ugly, ya know? Yeah, bang, bang, let's go
[00:00.760][Intro] [00:03.019]Yeah [00:05.015]You're now rockin' with the best [00:07.012]Hub City's threat [00:08.528]Minor of the year [00:10.774]K. Dot [00:13.512]Ooh, it's about to get so ugly in here [00:16.767]It's about to get so ugly [00:19.261]Like whoever's listening to this [00:23.019]Oh man I crack myself up [00:25.517]Yeah [00:30.013]Oh my God man, oh my God [00:33.762]We 'bout to shit on these faggots man [00:36.013]Check it [00:37.766]Yeah, K. Dot [00:38.265](Let me get that) [00:39.271]Verse] [00:42.016]First niggas used to rapping, get my attention [00:44.025]Now I don't even listen [00:45.758]It run through one ear and out the other [00:48.518]And I don't buy niggas records for music [00:50.771]I'm more interested in their album covers [00:52.762]I'm a talented brotha [00:54.512]Plus I move so quick it's like my brain came with a joystick [00:58.014]Mother****ers better listen when I spit [01:00.756]I knock records out the park [01:02.266]Homeboy I Ken Griffey a hitch [01:04.779]And I might Ken Griffey ya bitch [01:07.259]But won't buy her shit, not even a small bag of chips [01:09.277]Just give her long pipe 'til it's scrapin' her hips [01:12.766]Like a waitress, the way the broad ask for the tip [01:15.762]If you want, just ask for a clip [01:18.523]I'll give ya those for free, no, I won't charge a fee [01:21.014]Just roll up on you, like cut off sleeves [01:24.509]Nobody can cut off the number one rap artist, damn, I am the hardest [01:28.267]Blowin' through Nintendo cartridges [01:30.759]To Maybachin it, valet parkin' it [01:33.509]Now people arguin' who is better? [01:36.019]Them or him, him referring to me [01:39.267]Them referring to the industry [01:42.279]Hands down, Jay left, now give me the crown [01:44.260]**** later, I'm takin' it now [01:46.011]**** haters, I'm takin' 'em down [01:48.268]With the red beam, red beam, silencer, don't holler it muffle the sound [01:52.017]Bark like ten rottweilers straight from the pound [01:54.524]Straight for the dollas, 745, older Impala, scrapin' the ground [01:57.514]I suggest you follow, or not be smarter [02:01.258]Seein' another broke tomorrow [02:03.270]You can tell the way I speak begins to stutter [02:06.014]First it was hard for y'all to even makin' it harder [02:08.510]Ain't about money, then please don't bother [02:11.275]Y'all niggas funny, talkin' bout that you run shit [02:14.522]When I'm lookin' at ya like "Who are ya?" [02:16.525]Y'all niggas is gas [02:19.264]And what make that bad is y'all niggas is trash [02:21.767]Y'all don't wanna see me spaz [02:24.021]Out, pull the gats out and see me blast, ouch [02:26.006]You better off coppin' a pen and a pad [02:30.275]Than copyin' the last rhymes I had [02:32.508]And spit 'em to your homeboys 'till they all say "You wrote that?" [02:35.262]Tell 'em lies or, give 'em the facts [02:39.512]It don't matter 'cause in a minute, I'ma be chargin' my raps [02:42.262]A G for a bar, that's 3 16's, plus a 8 bar hook nigga, add up that [02:44.513]I charge you a verse like Dre would charge you a track [02:50.022]Your whole budget, hoes love it [02:53.011]But you hate it, 'cause I'm your girls favorite [02:55.507]Nigga, face it, you can't walk in my shoes nor change the sides tryna replace it [03:00.511]As far as rap, I spit in the Matrix [03:03.026]Past reality, nigga actually, I wrote a rhyme where there was no gravity (Haha, oh my God) [03:08.512]That's a whole 'nother planet [03:15.012]For real holmes, I do damage [03:17.018]Blow up ya city, even ya school campus [03:19.773]Run in ya class while your doin' ya standards [03:22.524]Let it blast [03:26.270]One gun subtractin' ya life, now that's the basics of math [03:30.265]【Outro】 [03:32.266]Oh my God man let me stop spazzin' out on these niggas, B [03:35.017]They have to call 911, I'm done [03:38.012]Dave, you feel me man? It's real [03:42.266]K. Dot man, just havin' a lil' fun up here man [03:43.760]It's real ugly, ya know? [03:44.760]Yeah, bang, bang, let's go
