Verse 1
Chino, name in Indian: Murdering bear
Come fuck with me I put
shotgun shells in your ear
Out of fear they've destroyed my carrier
Have nothing left
But I will have my revenge in
this lifetime or the next
I experience road rage, walk in a slow pace
Killed a handicapped man for parking
in a regular parking place
Learned my art with a
leatherface, you must be kidding
I consider myself a dog trainer: I'm most bitten
But I've been written a billion bars of dissin
for any rappers dead or livin
that we've ever heard since we
was children
My brain got built-in Pentium chips,
my thoughts the fastest
For Shakespearian actors: "Chino
shall busteth your asseth,
When I spithed acid" ... yeah
your freestyle was tight
You better rhyme of the head good,
you can't read or write
A bittin' kid that'll get twist if he
front, no publicity stunt
His life flashes by his eyes quicker
than Black History Month
What!

(Chorus)
Yo'
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
Yo, That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
That would be me!
Who stand damn near six foot three?
That would be me!
Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
That would be me!
Start drama and see the illest
papi, yo' what would be me!

Verse 2
Yo', Yo'
You wanna be a soldier but ain't reppin' it right
Try me... metal detectors going off
for the rest of your life
No matter how hard it gets,
I rather be a soldier drowning in my own blood
Not a coward in my own piss
Focus!... What the fuck you niggas think?
I roll with killers that spent more
time in the pen than ink
Don't even blink, and turn your
voice down a decibel
Or start lookin' for studios
that's wheelchair-accessible
Leave you a vegetable, trust,
I have the letters on your FUBU
sweater standin' for "Fucked Up
By Us"
We thrust into beef now
Grill holds back like a Lee nail
You yell as you reach hell
You still wanna E-mail she males
Your train of thought derails
Lost dog, here's the details:
I make you think you on a beach
how I make you SEE
shells/Seashells
My L.A. airport beef was infamous,
I whooped ass the entire five hour flight
Plus three hour time difference

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Who your girl made you pay to come see?
That would be me!
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
Yo, That would be me!
Who bench press about three fifty three?
That would be me!
Start drama and see the illest
papi, yo' what would be me!

Verse 3
Yo'
I ain't from Atlanta but I'll leave
you outcasted/+OUTKASTED+
And blasted, all fucked up like
Schwarzenneger's accent
You has been, I split you apart
I spit from the heart
Yeah you iced out... that's how
you slid off the chart
Blindfolded as I sit in the dark, a swoll beast
No peace, big Chi have the
police calling the police
I call Aziz, omnipotence
Smoking I shine in its open
We ain't scared of jail we wanna go back
Blast in yo' back, nine bullets in
the column of your spine
More than Columbine and Palestine
combined, Forty-eight track
Half spic, half black
Sex symbol to the media
Keep my number listed so my
beefs can find me easier
In sales you ain't dealing with me
I'm Puerto Rican and I got enough
relatives to buy me platinum
living with me
I never will be, overthrown... I'm unbelievable
Like the fact that D'angelo's
baby's mom is Angie Stone
What!

(Chorus)
Yo'
Who the only star on WB?
That would be me!
Who the mami's think is so sexy?
That would be me!
Who the illest nigga outta Jersey?
That would be me!
Who your wife he let fuck her for free?
That would be me!
Who get your ass shot dead in the street?
That would be me!
Who stand damn near six foot three?
That would be me!
Who got lyrics, jewels and plenty money?
That would be me!
Who bench press about three fifty three?
Who writes hits like B-I-G?
That would be me!
Who go to war like P-A-C?
Yo, that would be ME!
Who carry gats like he crazy?
That would be me!
Who getting' rich still rock lyrically?
That would be me!
Who never lose street mentality?
That would be me!
Who let you live cus you comedy?
That would be me!
Who bring that rock star energy?
That would be me!
Start drama and see who rides for
Jersey, yo' that would be me...