"*!*!" What U Heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

I break shit up, so just chill and sit still

I'm not on the pop hot, yo, but my shit still

Sells like a mother, there's not another

Dark brown brother who grew up undercover

Running game on a dame like Too $hort

I'll smoke an emcee like a Newport

Or a Marlboro, or a Salem

It doesn't matter 'cause I take him and I wail him

Get a rush of the nicotine, battle

**** please, I won't even attempt

But if the crowd thinking he's a worthy opponent

I'll grab the mic and show I own it, yo, bust it

Better of if it's not sane, God bless the pothead

As I remember what my moms and my pops said

Strive for the best, you'll gain your respect

Or you can settle for a public assistance check

If you don't wanna break your neck

So I said, what the heck

People always say, hey we like the way you make beats

He doesn't use breakbeats

But I take it in stride and do my work on the inside

Won't flake on the flim side

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli

My sound slams but some still want to get with me

I don't understand, kid, you just can't see me

When my LP drops, all my friends will want a freebie

Whether in a car or you ride the trains

My sound stands out like a varicose vein

So don't front 'cause you know I'm the champ

Better off trying to buy a pack of Newport's with a food stamp

'Cause the odds are none

'Cause like Jimmy Castor, I just begun

Brothers can't believe how the skills have gotten

Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin

But I'm not soup, I just got a lot of nerve

'Cause motherfuckers want to see me shoot to the curve

But I just won't slip 'cause a slip ain't hip

I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe

But one time I did, I thought a girl was a friend of me

So I started sleeping with the enemy

I won't let a stunt misguide me

And you can jump on my tree stump if you wanna ride me

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Sell like hotcakes, lethal as prostate

Cancer of the liver, yo, 'cause I deliver

Legit new shit that hits like a mule kick

Don't try to flip, money grip, or you'll get

A very swift kick in the anus, yeah

Homeboy, I'll make you famous

As a young buck, people used to call me shorty

When I was broke, I used to chip in for forties

But there's no retreat or surrender

And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender

So give a shout if you're with me (YEAH)

Give a shout if you're with me (YEAH)

So give a shout and let me know

If you like the way the flow goes

And, yo, doesn't matter on the FDR or the Westside

People contemplate what's the best side

But I sit back and observe like a Bhuddist monk

'Cause Diamond got spunk

For the new generation like Pepsi

I'll make your grandmother say, heavens to Betsy

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard

Although I hit a pound of herbs, I'm still nice with the verbs

So fuck what you heard