the following presentation is rated r uhh god damn yeah this my nigga dj motherfuckin quik we gon take this shit back to the mixmaster days and put it all in your jawmeat and wiggle it around a little bit hahaha youknowhati msayin party favors nigga ahh yeah y all need a couple of em we ain t playin witcho bitch ass either youknowhati msayin niggas try to walk the walk talk the talk but that bullshit ain t nothin man i said that bullshit ain t nothin man niggas can t do what we do damn so what you need to do is shut the fuck up and listen for a minute pay attention might learn somethin don t you carry yo ass in the studio fuckin wit dem boys neither or they put knots all upside ya motherfuckin head with the beats that s my nigga q i call him quik a lodeon yeah huh yeah talk spit it yeah ooh haha yeah now off of two fifths of drank they got yo boy lookin for a bitch to spank baby you can kick it but ya sister cain t runnin round smellin like a septic tank girl you need to stop you know your ass is stank runnin round beggin all the baller for bank tryin to hit a lick but like that you cain t cause everytime your ass come around i faint people get to passin out i ma give you one more chance but yo ass is out now don t you bring yo ass back smellin like raw trout cause everytime i see you i ma bust you out and you niggas with the demos man you just as bad as dem hoes talkin bout your record comin out but you need to put some gum in your mouth cause before i hear you rhyme or you get a beat from quik yo yo this shyheim and y all can suck my dick son you owe me fuck the dough i want it in blood you was my homey showed me nuttin but thug love put me on to the game bought me my first chain let me ride shotgun in your benz and range i m thinkin how this big nigga gon go against the grain hit him up when it s foggy outside about to rain it s about to rain teflon cop killers but we ride teflon can t stop killers i thought you was fam til you switched the love now you rich and fuck you forget the thug heard you on the radio but i ain t get no plug and if you come around the way i should get you stuck i wish you luck i ma make you kiss the gun and i ain t gon stop until my justice done what you wanna be labelled as a coward or a duck what powder you cut you wanted that building for what when you rep that building what you said for that building if it wasn t for me you woulda been dead in that building you don t know what it feel like to say i own that building get dough in that building or control that building you don t know that feeling you ain t condone that killing cause when the cops came you was like shy in that building i remember the days when you was shook in them buildings you in front of these buildings frontin like you build them when scrams was home you was on his dick and you gave that bitch money cause you always been a trick you know shy da kid i m back on the block bought the crack in the spot spit back in the block fuckin clap at the cops if i m rappin or not whatchu gon do nigga shoot or get shot i m hot on the block like new glocks out the box all y all fulla dope at the bow what  yeah yeah yo kweli i m rock this body and so forth and so on you can get the dick one to grow on or one to blow on bet you quik get his dough on i spit kick the flow on got swift shit i throw on cause i ma leave what i float on plus i get my roll on like baby and mannie fresh after i go on y all niggas ll never bust like tantric sex the universal nigga that represent the planet best how i manifest from brooklyn to los angeles people we hold this down like wherever you re from got my name all in your mouth like you pierced your tongue pimped the game so hard we leave them whores numb the more i come kweli i m bout to blow like george young i m the don cheadle of rap dope like arms and needles of crack my attack and arm the people like gats in cali studios we rest the heat up on the console peep hollywood niggas who think it s sweet like comanco claimin they gangster and street like they lookin for beef but with a gun in they teeth they just mc s lookin for beats y all don t want trouble we pop bubbles and flex muscle niggas don t respect the they respect your hustle the industry is like kinko s makin copies while you wait and the people always scream for new shit like clue tapes y all speed this in your face slow down like screw tape cause as long as you rockin with quik nigga you straight