{Intro} Oh what's this, yall forgot about me? Pssshhhh {Verse} Let the gossipers gop, and the talkers can talk Ima relax and do my thing I'm more caught in the walk, not bothered at all If its on wax, what you gon bring? Im not something to test, some would address One of the best, you punks just nothing to sweat Not gon stop til they cutting a check So admit that I'm hot, show some f**ing respect I've been in it for a minute, what you gon tell me? Run the streets and just sell CD's Who's competing with the best emcee Make the best man freeze, while the rest beg Please Sick sh** spit quick with pa**ion Let Bush pick fights, Ima stick to rapping My kicks stay crisp and my chips are stacking Money over any b**h while her lips are flapping I talk rap like its all I know But they say I talk back, talk back like Yooo Who going half on a sack of dro You cats smoking like a rookie come and match a pro Grab a hold while the track explode A stage or a booth, I've mastered both They say to be the best it takes practice, so I'm writing every night until my tracks are dope Crack is quotes or quotes is crack Its gon take a straight jacket to hold me back Dug up Heath Ledgers casket, opened that Got you motherf**ers running cuz The Jokers back If you plan on saying something better hold it back My tracks are like gats, hear the Nolia Clap? And I'm trying not to beef, getting old for that But I've been known to snap, thought I told you that, boy