crowds nothing's behind it They just dance if they like it, so they clock it Don't be misled by my size when I rock it This is no kid Mr. Top-50 Biznizman
tax man Flex plans, leave bodybags full o' men Kick a tune like a can Scratch heads with stray cat I'm steady shapin' on these apes Plus the squad took
like tony, attract like Coney Island My style man, don't need no master, flasher Test a prankster gangster like a Gat much faster Get the band aid, kid
plus I'm the babysit What time is it - time to refresh kid - my wit, you bit My funky cuckoo crap - runs outta your ass kid - shit Smell scents, whack
and fight 'em Some come to throw the odds against And simply duck-'n-slide them Got the thing right, professionalism opposite Heard the cynicism, watch how it get dropped kid
