Jeah (OG Version)

We ain't hatin'

C Don

Ain't no haters this way, man

Mighty Mi (Yeah)

EC shit, baby

Might go with your chain

Copy and knock, we stay beatin' hoes in broad daylight

Whoopin' the livin' daylights out broads, rain, sleet, or snow

Craziest flow, pay me a G, rock so long

Promoters gon' have to pay me to leave

I aim and I squeeze, got your favorite MC's brains on my sleeves

Startin' forest fires, blazin' the trees

Critically acclaimed, clinically insane

If you ain't see how I spit it, then I musta did it in the rain

How rookies want respect? Best decline in fear

You got pussy on your neck, you wet behind the ears

Locked in at your top ten's vital

Hock phlegm like I'm auditionin' for Rakim's title

Too evil to quit, who's more lethal and sick? (Who?)

Comin' at you like I sneeze through my dick

Holler, "Bitch, lane mergin'"

I'm like a med school scholarship

For free, I changed a lame virgin to a brain surgeon

New hoes lay for two whole days

Fuck chicks with ease, you'd think I'd have full blown AIDS

Matter fact, sickest MC to tear a mic since Eric Wright

You guest appearin'? Bring fire 'cause I ain't sharin' light

Arrogant with mics, terrorist in flight, flyin' where you live

This guy write paragraphs in Arabic tonight

Reparin' dick for dikes, you guessed it

I'll show your crew true essence on June 7th, you peasants

Any crew you with is full of shit

Till the bullets hit when the uzi spit

I write more lines than the late John Belushi sniffed

Screw who you get, try your luck

But I'm not in the mile-high club, so I don't give a flyin' fuck

Puffin' herb with this three-inch Dutch

Layin' it down for the streets

Like construction workers with cement trucks

Haters scannin' on radars, plannin' to raid our landin'

Evade our hands with the AR, cannon'll spray, I'm scammin'

Like fuck you think you doin' to me?

Ruinin' me? Junior, you were humorin' me

Cryin' how I repeat too many lines and rhymes

That only means that you peep too many rhymes of mine

And the lines are mine so eat a dick

I ain't at your nine-to-five

Tellin' you how to supersize the fries

So here's three words, eat shit and die

Keep spittin' lies, I'ma keep gettin' high

Doin' shows, screwin' hoes on their back

Shoot a load like I squeezed rounds at the laundromat

Obnoxious, hot shit, even durin' sound check we rock shit (That's right)

Y'all couldn't open up for us if y'all were locksmiths

And I dare y'all say battlin's dead (Say what?)

That's what the last cat that I massacred said

So I keep a Glock close, crave to pull it when a cop's close

And foolish, that's like wastin' bullets on a cockroach