Chorus:
  
   IF bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
   Then niggaz ain't shit but hoes wit dicks
   (REPEAT 2X)
  
   Murderous verse
   Muthafuckas won't even make it to the chorus
   They'll find you and yo bitch buried in the Angeles National Forest
   Anything you can do
   I heard it done before, better, but I can do you in 36 positions
   Enter Wu like the Wu-Tang debut
   Now who remains true to the game
   Damn shame it wasn't you
   Fools, they claim to fly rhymes but I terrorize airlines
   My minds a porcelain glock 7 slippin through the metal detector
   Ready ta wet'cha like baptism
   It's rap pugilism when I be placin 208 bones in one jone wit microphones
   I'm like the blade runner huntin clones
   I beat it like one glove and a bat
   No job, but more breathin techniques than Lamaz
   Ras still be drinkin more liquor brews
   And continues to liquidation the crews
   Wit a drunken technique like Shun Di's kung fu on Virtua Fighter 2
   See me son, I'm the one sportin Dolce and Gabana
   Pealin this bastard's wig back like cradle cap
   You ain't no cap pilla for rilla
   And for who you desire to kill you need more God than Zilla
   I breaks'em off like a acryllic nails
   Test me but you appear to be Presley like Priscilla
   And still malicious disses, but this is
   10% dis, 90% skill, so curses
   'Fore ya'll begin like Hershey's kisses
   Ya so called vicious, although
   How they gonna be a menace when it ain't no men in it?
   Oh, they womenace (with clitorises)
   In a new year, a new fear, and I'm nu-clear
   Let's play a friendly game of who can ruin who's career
   I'mma kill up on ya b-boys, you like one o' Heavy D's boys
   Got niggaz fallin off the stage like they was Trouble T-Roy
  
   Chorus
   (REPEAT 4X)
   (Hey, whip deez niggaz ass)
  
   Watch me gamble for paradise
   And if I gotta pay the price
   Easy come easy go like Eric Weiss
   'Cause I used to get my fade wit a comb and a razor blade
   In '98, I get my joint in back in the day
   They say it takes 5000 to educate
   30,000 to incarcerate
   Gimme 5,000,000 in the lottery wit high cholesterol cloggin my artery
   I'm not the boss hoggin the pimp and fuck legalizin hemp
   Keep the prophet on the streets
   Up north on the creep three deep in a silver Caprice and the black chief of
   police
   No justice no peace
   Verbally, I'm takin off from the bassline wit my nuts in yo face like Scottie
   Pippen
   As opposed to flippin chickens
   So kill game like Chris Weber in Sudden Death
   'Cause you callin for time outs when you got no time left
   On some highlander shit
   'Cause son there can only be one
   And heads is flyin faster than Ronald served two all beef patties on a sesame
   seed bun
   Real thorough
   Duh do do do, duh do duh do do
   I wanna give it to you all night long like the Mary Jane Girls (AAALLL
   NIIIGHT LONG!)
   (LAUGHTER)
   (Niggaz ain't shit!!!)
   A blood stain wall and it aches from my nostril
   I pull bitches like a hamstring to take out an mc like a tonsil
   Way they be story buildin's horizontal
   Within the confines of 33 lines and a margin mentally squabbin
   See, every time my lips part it's a million man march and my heart is a pit
   Wit a billion skin heads marchin
   Daily I walk through Hell smellin like Chanel but far from frail
   I roll wit my my clique like parapalegics
   Confrontation conversation catch 22 exclamations but the explanation was
   deeper than a Louis Leaky excavation
   Tools, ya makin peace when the enemy is blasphate
   Yes, we got some nuts hangin it between like a muthafuckin drag queen
   But don't nobody wanna test though, ya niggaz is petro
   When I put the lead to ya head like death's crow
  
   Chorus
   (REPEAT 4X)