its that on-top music!..
..Yea Yea its cha boy boy listen to'em
I think finally the steroids is gettin to'em
or maybe if people believe in all his hard raps, or maybe its the tangtops with the bra straps
maybe he's really believen he's a heathen
like the dude he stole his name from, dude ain't the same none
nothin's hard body about'em, he's like pudding, so here we are beat the floor it's dwight goodman
so i can sit and wait while ya team gets soft, or i can go get u picked, no screens involved
I can get you offed for a clip no fiens involved, or we can take it one further and get Queens involved
Where they no he went to jail, never over a banger
He went to boot camp, not to pop wit the gangsters
sorta like Yayo who staid in D.C.
and you can ask anybody up in J.D.C.
so i guess he's a tough guy now that he's free, but doin that kind of jail time is easy
but it's not beneath me, really i gives
I can put the whole unit on the next flip and tuck, BUT!
If he keep his dudes in check, I keep it real wit'em
punch Banks in the face if he still wit'em
i don't worry bout puttin the clips in the 40 (why?) pistol whip Lloyd when Fifty'll do it for me
Far as the kid Game, he's lame lets say the least
Mad he's from the west so he converted to the East
Always talkin about him n' his mans that'll blast pounds
but when you see him, he's just dancin in the background
I tore Game apart, i thought by now the asshole would have a change of heart
Especially since i got the tape, but it's gangster on 'change of heart'
Teary eyed cause his shorti had a change of heart,
But i smell somethin fishy theirs a con in the air
slacks, his tongue peirced, streaks blonde in his hair
Who's he playin wit?
Keep sayin shit and ya body'll take the same tour Regan's did
Still tryin to get a buzz, embarrased, the kids hurtin
Reachin, he's losin his head, he's Nick Birdman
And as far as Banks and Buck i'm done discussin'em
I only beef wit niggas who own publishin
Curtis your a bum and your almost done
Same artist that you were dissin, is exactly what you've become
Saw'em at Summer Jam and all he did was stare
Walk off stage and all you heard was 'Geah!' (They through the chairs at'em!)
Dont be seen no more, he's a Queen no more and he can't even step foot in Queens no more
Sellin his soul, Banks I hope your proud of your father
Now we all see the 'Power of a Dollar'
..fade out with quarter drop..