Say, KL, we gon' lay up there and kick this b**h raw
Ya heard me?
Like some of that old Parkway sh**, n***a
Microphone check (what), check one
Microphone check (what), check two
Microphone check (what), check three
Microphone check (huh), check four
What chall n***as wanna do, how yall wanna do it?
Huh, check one
Kick this sh** raw
Ghetto fabulous (5X)
That's the rapper (8X)
Turn your head towards your a** and say bye bye
From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya
Nothin but the Fi-Yi-Yi
Eardrums snatchin champion
Chief Rhyme Buster till the day I die
I say I lie
b**h I'll be f**in on your grave singin ay la ba
I'm throwed off, I'm two scoopsm I'm coo-coo
I crew screw your Froot Loops, poo poo in your Fubu
Yall n***as remember what happened to that mosquito
Tweety tweety MC, sweetie I'll read ya meter
Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights
Move you out, cut your gra**, watch your kids, f** your wife
Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good
Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscuit and orange juice puddin'
Come and take me by the hand and walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that slide your draws off ya
Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual f**in meaning
I come in this b**h, when I leave out this b**h this b**h be leaning
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock 8 track before I rocked ADAT
Concepts going stay fat, concerts goin stay packed
Ownership's goin stay black, n***a this is payback
I scraped and scruffed and crawled until I'm established
Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabble in my tablet
Proper proper droppin somethin decent
Yall n***as is as f**ed up as Santa Claus for Easter
I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin
And the only way to stop me is call the people for me
f** them people, I'll f** over you if I have to
That's the n***a, that's that ba*tard
That's the rapper (15X)
Ghetto fabulous
That's the n***a (8X)
Who dat what they say they can't sell, boy?
They the 3rd ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all
For yall I rock all of my pauses by heart
Guitars on these boys and get down and go off
All sides get high when they ride to my words
They mine and they high when I'm live in concert
Stop what your thinking
This ain't no show 'less I'm up in it
I don't need nine or ten n***as rappin' with me
I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin s**ers lose thier stomach
They lose their clout, their cool
And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman
Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions
And fine fabrics
Like a man my money and my p**y come automatic
You don't want no static with a hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed head addict, vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the rapper
That's ghetto fabulous
That's the rapper (5X)