u say i can talk ta yo burna, but i aint down wit da chit chat/
ma gat speaks its mind, u kno it mad, wen he go clik clak/
tha description of a thug, is wat u want, but u don fit dat/
come ova ta Dubble C'z, n u get broken off, lyka kit kat/
i aint doin da leanin n rokin, wen i say, i pop ma wrist bak/
i aint talkin bout ma body, wen i say, heat iz wat ma 6 pak/
aint talkin bout b ball, wen i say miami wea da heat at/
i aint scurred ta battle no1, jus let me kno wea da beat at/
iz obvious whos da betta rappa, even a blind man cood c dat/
dis aint even a taste of ma flow but id b suprised if u cood beat dat/