[DJ KLC]
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it
So who goin first?
[Mia X]
It don't matter to me, Boo
[DJ KLC]
Well, we gone flip for it. Call it in the air
[Mia X]
Heads
[Mac]
Tails
[Mia X]
Mac, you up first
[Mac]
Say, KL. Since I gotta go first and sh*t I'ma kick this sh*t one more time
For the old fake ass n*ggas who thought I lost it. Ya heard me? Check it
[Mac]
Street camo Cover my flesh
I'm one of the best in the contests
They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest
If all you wanted was rest Then I'm your Nyquil guy
Your night time sniffin and stuffiness I kill with one shot
The murder murder verses Quench lunatic's thirsts
I get pus*y from nurses Comin from churches
The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N I'm deadlier with my pen
Then n*ggas with the mac 10 But that was back then
In 98 I'm strapped Cuz I'm on the map
Ain't afraid to bust a cap And I get paid for bustin raps
I like them ghetto girls Y'all can have them super models
Cuz gangsta b*tches got bodies like Coke bottles
I get the game from my n*gga V9 I get the beats off the 3-9
Them n*ggas can't see mine I'm lyrically a therapist
A f*ckin terrorist Boom Boom! I never miss I'm on the next level
[Chorus: Mia X and Mac]
Well I'ma flip it like this
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma flip it like this
[Mia X]
When the smoke clears I'ma still be here n*gga
Mic in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance
I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
You cross my path You gets flipped in my wrath
The aftermath left b*tches quiet as f*ck
Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up
I rips it up from the gut Like Jack the Shanka Man
Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand
The better man's gone be Mama And you know this n*gga
On the top or the bottom I'ma show this n*gga
He's goin to sleep I'm too deep The lady alligator
Stick your seven inches in the swamp And I'ma fade ya
I made you motherf*ckers recognize the south
For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
About drama Bout paper Bout settin it off
f*ck the verbal fantasies My sh*t is real y'all
[Chorus: X4]
[Mac]
Pass me the mic And let me dig into they chests
Like AK bullets through they proof vests
In a shootin fest I murder emcees like media
Mac the street encyclopedia Who wanna test me?
Bless me with somethin knottin
b*tches who start pus*y poppin
Rhyme I quote em Nines I told em Like wallets
I'm rock solid And I like it when they suck and swallow it
I'm hardcore f*ck that slangin and sh*t Cuz when I'm on the mic n*ggas be bangin and sh*t
[Mia]
I love them buck wild crowds
Mama be center stage
Throwin lyrics at them n*ggas
Like hand grenades
You can' take the projects out of a b*tch like me
Six figures make me throw bigger block parties
Still warm my bed with a thug n*gga of course (fo sho)
Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes
Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son
Off top, then leave the studio with my gun c*cked
What?!