Microphone check (what) check one. Microphone check (what) check two. Microphone check (what) check three. Microphone check (huh) check four. What chall niggas wanna do how yall wanna do it?. Huh check one. Kick this shit raw. Ghetto fabulous (5X). That's the rapper (8X). Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye. From the southside southside puff ya ya ya. Nothin but the fiya ya. Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die. I say I lie. Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba. I throw em off I'm two scoops for coo coo. I swoosh through your froot loops poo poo in your fubu. Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito. Tweeter tweeter MC the sweeter I be ja meaner. Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights. Move you out cut your grass watch your kids fuck your wife. Like a bacon egg and cheese sandwich I'm good. Mm hmm like syrup on the biscut and orange juice ???. Come and take me by the hand and walk ya. I'm the thief in the night that slide your droors off ya. Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon. Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns. What is the actual fuckin meaning. I come in this bitch without leavin this bitch that think we leaning. It's been like that since way back. I used to rock eight tracks before I rocked eight decks. Concepts goin stay fat concerts goin stay packed. Ownership's goin stay black nigga this is payback. I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment. Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabblin my talent. Proper proper droppin somethin decent. Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for easter. I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin. And the only way to stop me is call the people for me. Fuck them people I'll fuck over you if I have to. That's the nigga that's that bastard. That's the rapper (15X). Ghetto fabulous. That's the nigga (8X). Who that say they can't sale boy?. They the third ward huh the 12th ward for all y'all. My dogs my boys and my hogs. Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off. All sides get high when they ride to my words. They mine and they high when I'm live in concert. Stop what your thinking. This ain't no showoff of my business. I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me. I'm independent make frontin stuntin suckers lose thier stomach. They lose their clout their cool. And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman. Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions. And fine fabrics. Like a man much money comes automatic. You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic. Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic. That's him that's that rapper. That's the man that's the rapper. That's ghetto fabulous. That's the rapper (5X).