Fashion
Check it , I can make you dance, Make you lay way back
Fat styles become a stack when I rip up tracks
Kickin' back, I sit back and puff a Phil
The cool is so damn chill, freeze MC's at will
Still be comin' back for motion, can't be stale
Breakin' sucker niggas off like a press-on nail
I inhale, I exhale, Now I'm zoning
Freak a fat flow from night 'til the morning
She gonen, cause I fuckin' stole that witch
Swept you home like a broom, then I roll that witch
Switch over to the right hand or back to the left
See, whichever one I use, yo, it still spells def
D-E-F, And I do work with these
Lift a chick with my dick like I'm Hercules
Jerk me please, help me let off some of this cream
Comin' down on you in drops just like pieces of a dream
Seems like I am a mother, so word to me
Burnin' mother-fuckin' rappers in the third degree
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Cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar

V.I.C.
Click, click, BAM! Let off a couple
One for the beef, two for the trouble
Three for my niggas that are ready to set it
World's famous...Man, forget it

Psycho Les
Still livin' foul, yo, ain't nothing changed
So I'm a hit you with a rhyme-shot at point-blank range
But still hardcore and everything that goes with it
Gettin money plus I'm bagging all the ho's and shit
To the critics, tryin to sweat the life I live
I got a fully loaded clip and no love to give
So don't stress me, cause I aint tryin' to hear that trash
Come test me and I'ma have to bust yo, bust yo, bust yo...