In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the usual suspect
No check, all I got in this game is my respect
And southern pride I be, checkin` my f**kin` head
Scared, lookin` up in your face, Boy I see dead
If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be
Enemies in the P`s freestyles be freebies
I be that wrong ni**a to f**k with, wouldn`t I
Wouldn`t I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo` hoe go
The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin`
Never bakin`, rebukin` satan, we had you waitin`
For the second coming funny how time flies when you`re rhymin`
La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin`
To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of Islam
F**k the police and the dogs, sniffin` that dope up out your car
I think they overstep they boundaries
OJ, not guilty, that`s how they found he

I felt the pressure like sun shinin`, while raining at the same time
I kept on rhymin`, not complainin`
Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog be the size of golf balls
Throw up your daisy dukes, I`m hazardous to all you boss hoggs
And Roscoe P. Col` people, who could boost my locomotive
But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain`t supposed to
I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
Compose won`t y`all get sick of that

`Cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows that ain`t hip hop, you find that s**t in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is gon`
Keep that s**t up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I`m happy
Even if you just hate my f**kin` guts go `head and damp me
Cause I`m gon` damp you anyway and then go home
And pray for yo` ass later `cause we might need you in this war
I`m wailin` on you traitors like that