Verse One:

Stay in school was the motto but I'd rather hit lotto

Swallow a shot of tequila but leave the worm in the bottle

In the spot with a BAC of .13

And when my voice hits the mic I electrocute Spit like Beat Street

I lounge with a clique thick as the '93 Freaknik

Smokin a beadie flippin the script like a hermaphrodite

So choose your weapon if ya got beef chief

Cause we can take it to the looseleaf sheets or concrete streets

Cause Ras not strapped is like LL without a hat

Syntax attacks, head cracks, they know David Horowitz would strike back

The night I got dice accidentally stepped on money's Nikes

He tried to break fool and threw a glass full of ice to incite the fight

But didn't know who flew heads

I got ??? like Ricky Randall takin the legs off Chavez

Instead ya lose, he got punked for his shoes

Cause just like BB King I'm givin niggaz the blues

Chorus:

Times is hard, brothers is frontin' but they ain't about nothin'

So ya won't catch me runnin' (x4)

Verse Two:

I step through crews as if they was holograms

Been inside of more vaginas than a diaphragm, so I don't give a damn

Kid, I am the man that you think you are

5'5" and throwing hooks like Abdul-Jabbar

Servin' these kids like pediatrics, practice the tactics

And suckers cover your head, just like a prophylactic does

Thought he wasn't when he was gettin' retarted

Rented a U-haul truck when the LA riot started

Slid my homeless brother a buck, and ducks duck

The verbal buck-buck, boo-ya, who ya

Figure will be stylin' when Cali is an island (FAT!!!)

It's my fault, my shake from Brooklyn to Vegas

The earthquakes on l