In the zone like Keyser Soze, always the Usual Suspect
   No check, all I got in this game is my respect
   and Southern pride I be, checkin my fuckin head
   Scared, lookin up in your face, boi I see dead
   If you test like SAT, then I guess that we may be, enemies
   In the P's freestyles be freebies
   I be that wrong nigga to fuck with, wouldn't I
   Wouldn't I be the wrong one to try, never eating chicken thighs
   Only the twenty piece mojo, flow zone like Flo Jo
   I wanted to figure out, just how low could yo' hoe go
   The beat hit like Beat Street, Krush Groove and Breakin
   Never bakin, rebukin Satan, we had you waitin
   For the Second Coming funny how time flies when you're rhymin
   La-Fa-Ce records, I think they got that perfect timin
   to be doper than Sadaam believe the Nation of Islam
   Fuck the police and the dogs, sniffin that dope up out your car
   I think they overstep they boundaries
   O.J., not guilty, that's how they found he
  
   I felt the pressure like sun shinin, while raining at the same time
   I kept on rhymin, not complainin Storm bringing cats and dogs my catalog
   be the size of golf balls
   Throw up your Daisy Dukes I'm Hazzard-ous to all you Boss Hoggs
   And Roscoe P. Col' people, who could boost my locomotive
   But enough of that everyone can rap unless they ain't supposed ta
   I use my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I
   compose won't y'all get sick of that, cause I know I do when I hear those
   Flows that ain't hip-hop, you find that shit in the gift shop
   But to each his own, my speech is gon', keep that shit up outta my zone
   Long as you happy then I'm happy
   Even if you just hate my fuckin guts go 'head and dap me
   Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later
   Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors
   Like that...