I Really Mean It (Skit 1)

Oh, Major, don't go

Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa

Diplomats, huh

Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey

Hoffa, Dash, uh

Killa, uh

Y'all **** dreamed it, I've seen it

Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)

Coke, a **** steamed it, fiends, I leaned 'em

Beamer, leaned it (I really mean it)

Guns really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?

Bikes, wheelie and cream it (I really mean it)

I'm a genius, Papadopoulos

Never lenient, on your Zenith (I really mean it)

Killa, bag me more mutts, they actually all ducks

Caddy more trucks, it's Daddy Warbucks

And you Orphan Annie, Ma, take off your panties

Seat soft and sandy (I really mean it)

Yeah, let's get lost in candy

I got lofts in Boston, Austin flossing, of course, Miami

Reno, Nevada, sip piña colada

Mama, I've seen all the Prada (I really mean it)

I rock more in Phoenix, road to glory

Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)

The game abusive, there's pain in music

But this year wrist wear remains the bluest

I get lame and lose it, beef, came to do it

Aim and shoot it, flames turn your brains to fluid

Y'all just kids, see what I just did?

Take a couple bars off, let Just live

Yeah, now that's powerful music, man

You need to pop somethin' and roll somethin' (I really mean it)

Killa, we did it, man

I got your back forever, Dipset (I really mean it)

And them lames?

We pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it)

Okay, we back in

Mami, listen (I really mean it)

Hey, yo, lock my garage, rock my massage

Fuck it, bucket by OshKosh B'Gosh

Golly, I'm gully, look at his galoshes

Gucci gold, platinum plaque collages

From collabos, ghost writing for assholes

Wanna use my brain and give Killa mad dough

It's all good, increase Killa cash flow

Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes

You'll get sideswiped, look at my life

First movie ever, murked out Mekhi Phife'

And papi got jerked outta pies twice

Dipset, we working with five dice

Cee-lo and craps, C notes and stacks

I send bodies with "read this note" attached

Your youngin' fuck with boys in the hood

Gave her a son like Ricky from Boyz N the Hood

On the couch bloody, old lady sighin'

Wifey screamin', pissy little baby cryin'

Fucked up, man, shit

There you seen it (I really mean it)

Fam, man, you terrycloth, that mean you very soft

Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

Yeah, gangstas ride, man (Killa)

Flex, we got you, guns up (I really mean it)

And all my ladies, man

The ghetto's saditty, I need you, I want you (I really mean it)

Oh, pop somethin', roll somethin'

Get twisted, that's on Jim, **** (I really mean it)

Harlem, man, we here to stay

It's nothing left to say, man, Eastside (I really mean it)

And as for that lame, man

Now see, I ain't even gon' say your last name 'cause that's mine

I catch you, you know what it is

You faggot, I ain't gon' get too hype on you, man

We gon' bury you, holla

See if you 'bout it, 'bout it 'cause we is (I really mean it), NYC

(I really mean it)

(I really mean it)