Yo Bama, fox tails on your antennas,
Still rappin' your bandannas
around hammers.
You'll cut it out, for two thousand
Your fingerprints are not allowed,
who's house?
My name make you abandon planes
So tuck your chain in the lot of
the grambling game
Nigga, it's bricks, we done done it
We get the green like 6 -4 -3 -4 -100
Cab service, and my eyes don't lie
I don't wanna die to sell 5 .5
My mama and my sons gon' miss her
So I'm gon' clap
Cause you ain't the guard
that's gon' pick me
And when it's time for me to go,
no talking
With your six cents
you can still see red walking
And when I hit heaven's gates,
I'ma still have nickel plates and drugs
that I'ma auction
Professionals up on the scene,
that squad be the NBA's expansion team
In the rap game we amazing champions,
walkin' around with nine rings
Who said they can't be touched,
I'll stop them
Right there they trackin',
then Chris rock them
Bring damage, hard to manage
Turn they brain to cabbage,
with a patch in it
I'm life -threatening,
dangerous without the weapon
I'm an AK -47,
spit and hit every section and club
Then clap all night till my
hands become nubs
Some see me as a ill producer
And put rap second like I can't maneuver
I be spittin' hard, hittin' handwritten
Nor forgetting material, live and stereo
Keep songs lyrical,
rock the house until critical
E, I'm God's last miracle
The track and I is like John Lennon, Yoko
Oh no, oh the oh no
Why you want it?
Why you want it?
Why you want it?
Why you want it?
It's rock and roll, got more spots to blow
Cop the dro, throw it in the Optimo
Double T like what, can't stop the show
Suck an MC duck when
we lock and load
What's happening?
Guess who's back again?
Tap your chin for Target practicing
You don't know by now,
better ask a friend
That club will get shut down,
cause we pack em in
Promoters know this,
that's why they phone us
And jump all on the cojones
Throw in like an extra hour for a bonus
And by the end of the night,
we getting hugs from the owners
You know the Steve's,
F -Squad blowing trees
Tone
Touch getting cheese overseas
Wannabes, be on the nuts and shit
But I don't really think they know
what they fuckin' with
How you want it?
Ooh ooh, Tony
Touch what the deal
They let me out the cage,
so it's time to get ill
Cold -blooded, house -party style
MC Filthy McNasty, Keith Murray
There's nothin' you can
tell us to sell us,
my squad is hellish
You can't eat my frank
for the nigga with relish
Fuck a glass,
give me the bottle with no ice
Yeah, I'm smooth, be like Greg Knight
Wild and buck,
that's a part of growin' up
Connect with M .O .P. and we all in it up
F .T .W., fuck the world
I'm so sick when I spit this shit, I earl
We out in the park
on the rough side of town
Rock steady, Tony touch,
cold rippin' down the sound
I deal with aesthetics,
you're pathetic, so forget it
I'm too scientific like ultramagnetic
You can backstab and talk
about me bad
But like Stethosonic said,
you talkin' all that jazz
Yeah, I've been hatin' on,
you probably heard it
I kicked a little ass,
but them niggas deserved it
You can't be serious, you malnutritious
I'll beat you delirious,
come on, be serious
With the guns in the hands,
the knives, I never front it
I give it to y 'all niggas,
however you want it
Tony Touch 
