Wailin'

In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect

No check, all I got in this game is my respect

And southern pride I be, checkin' my fucking head

Scared, lookin' up in your face, boy, I see dead

If you test like SAT, the I guess that we may be enemies

In the P's freestyles be freebies

I be that wrong **** to fuck with, wouldn't I

Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs

Only twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo

I wanted to figure out just how low could yo' ho go

The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and breakin'

Never bakin', rebukin' Satan, we had you waitin'

For the Second Coming, funny how time flies when you're rhymin'

La-Fa-Ce Records, I think they got that perfect timin'

To be doper than Saddam believe the Nation of Islam

Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin' that dope up out your car

I think they overstep they boundaries

O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he

Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm

Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm

Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm

Mmm, yeah, mmm, mmm

I felt the pressure like sun shinin' while raining at the same time

I kept on rhymin', not complaining

Storm raining cats and dogs, my catalog be the size of golf balls

Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm the Hazardous to all you Boss Hoggs

And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive

But enough of that, everyone can rap but let's say gift, suppose if

I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in ever thyme I

Compose won't ya'll get sick of that

'Cause I know I do when I hear those

Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop

But to each his own, my speech is goin' keep that shit up outta my zone

Long as you happy then I'm happy

Even if you just hate my fuckin' guts go ahead and dap me

'Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway

And then go home and pray for your ass later

'Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin' on you traitors like that