Rick Rock, I took my masters baby
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh
This is the digiwax remix
Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh


This is the Man Show
Can't kick it if you don't get bitches
Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup
Had a bad bitch from the dirty south
With a good tooth like Lou
If the answer's no, you a man ho
Probably no more
All captain say hand cuff and stop
Let them go, rass kass will play it though
Fuck laying low like J. Lo
Can't pack a six-fo
True dyke like what they hit for
Play the bar nigga, we dont disco
Grown ass man don't harlem shake
Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make
Take the cake from all you fakes
I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin'
We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons
who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims
Ras kass you can't get caught with fabolous government
Put my face on the passport
Cuz real niggas do real things
so fuck the world to my bling
Cuz ya'll mean
I mean


I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck


D-d-d-d-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old
It'll make your grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please, call the stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those in the Lambo slants
With a madame from France
With a ass so big
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in New York
With Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
F-A-B, you preferably
Don't wanna F wit me
Please believe it
I'm definately, as responsible
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be
Believe it please


Snap cap Lou, you know it's me
Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see
Fresh trep for all the see
You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby
What that mean, never leave or maybe
I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes
Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast
Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected
Niggas must be gay, I aint thinkin' straight
I'm in the quarter before eight
Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin'
When she starts speakin French
Leave them alone like Stockton
Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab
Put your potato, we ready to mash
Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E
So you really be ahead of your class

Yeah... DJ Clue...Dessert Storm...EA Sports...Come on


NBA Live...2003... Fabolous...Who Gon' Stop Me!!?


I hoop with the best of them swooped up the chest of them
dunked on a bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them
I got the lean on the J now
it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds
throw it around the back so it look fly when I pass
just to avoid the block go high off the glass
I'm killing them out there they gon' have to bring caskets
this all I hear after the baskets *swoosh*
but I ain't even warm up
and still pull from where it counts for 3 points and leave the form up
you must be insane if you give me the lane or perimiter
the crossover will sprain every limb on ya
I never woulda, ever coulda
thought I could come off the baseline and jump over seven-footers
soon as you step out the locker room you now can see
how live it gets in 2003


Who gon' stop me when I'm in the lane?
I come to entertain you know its in the game
Who gon' stop me? go and get 5
I D-up with 5 you know it gets live


I'm the crowd favorite and I believe the fans
love the way I finger roll it with either hand
my handles pull it through presses plus I can play the lane
and block shots like bulletproof vestes
I often be found in the paint waiting for I miss
so I can slam it back off the rebound
then I show off with class
look the other way when I throw off a pass
call it when I go off the glass
hope ya'll play better D
or I'ma keep scoring until the coach hold his hands like the letter T
When I put pressure on the ball they be feeling on lock
remind 'em of a jewel theif when I be stealing the rock
shorty over the summer you might have boosted an inch
but if you ain't ballin like me get used to the bench
and everybody know I does my thing
and play hard 'til the buzzer ring, yeah




Yeah...DJ Clue...Fabolous...Desert Storm...EA Sports...Live...2003
You seeit, It's in the game!

Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation


Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit


Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas




It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave


I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S




It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne


Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity

So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it