Just the Two of Us

It's the hitman, yes, the hitman, yo, you know it

The thirst quencher, the man on the sequencer

He was scared to kick a sixteen bar, he's not a rap star

Not saying that I am, but on the jam

I'm gonna kick a little, not a Dr. Seuss riddle

No cats in hats, fox in some socks

But to the DJ jocks, check your clocks

Half past what, time to bust nut

Not a pistachio, he uses a Casio keyboard and a Tascam board

The quick and the B-50, get nifty

Born with a gift, time to get piffed

Wrapped with the manufacturing of a spliff

He never rolled one, never sold one

The beats gimme the high that brought fame to us

And how we gonna kick it, huh?

Just the two of us

Chubb has been dope since he came out the shaft of his pop's wood

Yes, I'm (Good)

Yo, he shot it and he plopped it in the uterus and they knew that

Something 'bout me was gonna be a dope MC

When I get on the mic my windpipe strikes and ignites

The lyric, when you hear it, you fear it and like

Chubb is not a man that gets soup like Campbell

I'm the man with the plan, and my jam sells

Like a whore in the store, hardcore and more

On the tour, making money you never saw

I don't like dreaming, never ever beam

And never involved with girl that like scheming

Or skiing or toboggan, sledding 'cause I'm shredding

Any thoughts of a wedding's so Helen Keller

Listen to the rules and

Me and Hitman Howie Tee is all about cooling

She went buckwild, screamed, yelled, hollered

I told her I love her, and then she did a solid

Did it real good like a nice girl should

Buff, polish, waxed up the hood

Yo, Hitman Howie Tee, you shoulda seen her on me

She got all Vanessa del Rio on me

But after she slept, 'cause I had nothing left

On the Martin Butler tip, yes, half step

But yo, cousin Howie Tee and me

Our love is all about making a dope LP

That will crush and sell and bum rush

Don't hush, how we gonna do it, huh?

Just the two of us