It's been a while that I've been living between the lines But I've been a child given a job to speak my mind Been an overachiever since day number one Brought a chainsaw to my own circumcision And no rest for the weary I'll sleep when I'm six feet deep under the ground dead and buried Beyond that until that moment I'll keep on bombin For all them swimmin against the stream like salmon spawnin I J guy stay fly and rock the hizzouse Explode like colon blow when I spit my sh** out I been there I've been back I've been through it So I make music like it's my last day to do it Chorus You can't believe what we got When we come to town and we set up shop You can't compete with our stock Pay attention it's the deal of the century Come as you are to our shop Holes in your pockets, holes in your socks We got enough for you and your flock Pay attention it's the deal of the century We be mop tops, not hot shots that got lots Mock yachts, hit hot heads that co*k Glocks In soft spots, we beat the shot clocks that shock jocks We show up, set up get up and rock spots So here's the deal on our efforts We're getting pennies on the dollar for our pounds of flesh I'll bet you'll never see me rocking them diamonds and j**els Cause our rent checks are best spent on bedspreads on vestibules We know you know that we'll rock you like pebbles And go for ma** appeal cause mom says I'm Special Yes we'll hit your whole house from grandma to grandson All pro, all pack, all that and then some CHORUS Motherf**er it's official Now I take issue with your position where you a**umed I'd take the position My delivery gives you arrhythmia heart stoppin When I'm rockin sh** smooth like Nivea Nowadays it seems respect goes to the artist Who talks loudest not who's the smartest My mind is my sharpest armarment, in my arsenal Pick the largest target and make it personal! CHORUS