[Big Shug] Yeah the motherf**ing jig is up, n***ah Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-a** n***as Word is bond.. It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot I be rocking you and socking you like k**er robots I'm too hot But I refuse to cool down 'Till they rest my black a** Beneath the ground, I get down For my underground sound Pushing lyrical weight n***ah, by the pound, for real I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear (Yeah Y'all) Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me Hip-hop today is like a big magic show One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' ho's I'm trying to grow like my dick in the morning It's a new day - matter fact a new f**ing dawning While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep Shug done turned this whole sh** back to the streets Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat Now I push the ford truck To extort the weak Thought you broke away clean, I caught you Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real You hear shots, I bring shots You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, p**y In '99 you get stepped to f** your silly weak crew And your mugged up boo, for real No more faking jacks, or faking jills We know all about those manufactured sk**s Even chickens is spitting harder Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter? Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn Coming straight out of Murder Pan While I'm sh**ting on you spitting up Letting you silly f*ggots know, the jig is up