What the fear calls down Stops the car Says it feels like freedom She?s back on the street But it swings so far away She feels the ground is giving way
-hop, just hop, 'cause I pop, 'cause I pop When you see the Rule comin' Clear the block, hop, just hop, 'cause I pop, 'cause I pop When you see the chrome
's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and
at niggas crazy and shit (Word, yeah fuck them body-o's homes) Motherfuckers is faggots (call me nigga?) (Ice-T) Step back it's the ultimate nigga with
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit
This is hip hop It go clip pop It hit em if ya hit me Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop Papa said we bang bang boogie We get em oh goodie Keep
there's no need to argue Parents just don't understand I remember one year, my mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop,
Said that it was done so precise the cops ain't know nut-nin Had to use all my might not to ask no questions Put down the magazine, went to the pop machine
fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with? Who the ultimate? Stay committed, sold my soul to this rap
's gun bigger But I bet you you can't do that 'cause the multiplatinums Can't save your ass on the block and you're fucked if it ain't pop The funk is
, ha, Dr. Travis Watch out Is in the motherfuckin' house With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass Watch out Yeah The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop
took the frame, that's my word I put the Crypt Keeper in a sleeper, eureka here's the feature got amnesia that I'm the ultimate funk Pop the trunk, ALLRIGHTY
from it MC's in my circumference, is confronted son Get your growth stunted from this, you don't want it (What nigga?) The Black Thought and M-O-S that done it Who the ultimate
, hard to breathe See you a hater like star and buc, nigga what And fuck Tommy boy, you niggaz just suck I'm the ultimate, gun on my dick, hoes swallow
a Star Tac, callin' a bitch How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey mix (Ultimate, ultimate) Wu shit, my whole click (Ultimate, ultimate)
goin' to accuse you Of the ultimate rhyme crime an' you will be guilty There's no way that you'll ever, ever defeat, beat me Rappin' any time of day Pop
seven Seven whack crews' in a football huddle Tryin' to figure out their next rebuttal They came out strong, you'd think they thought they ultimate
:] Peace Out [Lil' Romeo:] I remember one year My mom took me school shopping It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All hopped