Say, K.L. we gon' lay up there and kick this bitch raw, ya heard me?
Like some of that ol' Parkway Pumpin' shit
Microphone check (what), check one
Microphone check (what), check two
Microphone check (what), check three
Microphone check (huh), check four
What chall niggas wanna do, how yall gone do it?
Huh, check one
Kick this shit raw
I don't know you

They say, That's the nigga, that's the nigga
That's the nigga, that's the nigga 3x

Turn your head toward your ass and say bye bye
From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya
With nothin but the Fi-Yi-Yi
Eardrums snatchin champion, chief rhyme buster
Till the day I die
Now, say I lie
Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba
I'm throwed off, I'm two scoops, I'm coocoo
I'll crew screw your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu
Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito
Tweeter, tweeter, MC, Sweetie, I'll read ya meter
Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights
Move you out, cut your grass, watch
your kids, fuck your wife
Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good
Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscut and the orange juice would
Come and take me by the hand and walk ya
I'm the thief in the night that slide your draws off ya
Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon
Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns
What is the actual fuckin meaning
I come in this bitch, when I leave out this bitch
this bitch be leaning
It's been like that since way back
I used to rock eight track before I rocked A-Dat
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Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback
I scrape ya somethin crawlin to establishment
Now I'm country club livin from the
scribble scrabblin in my tablet
Proper proper droppin somethin decent
Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for Easter
I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin
And the only way to stop me is call them people for me
Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to
That's the nigga, that's that bastard

That's the nigga 15X
That's that bastard
I'm that nigga 8X

Who that what they say they can't sell boy?
Yeah from third ward huh, from 12th ward
For yall I rock all of my pauses by heart
Like guitars on these boys I get down and go off
Ah, slide and get high when they ride to mine
Lose they mind, bitches dies when I'm live in concert
Fuck who you bringing
This ain't no show 'less I'm up in it
I don't need nine or ten niggas rappers with me, I'm independent
Make frontin, stuntin niggas lose they stomach
They lose they clout, they lose they cool
And after I come in this bitch they lose they woman
Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions
And fine fabrics
Like a man, my money and my pussy comes automatic
You don't want no static with a hardcore rhyme fanatic
Full speed dead addict, vocabulary acrobatic
That's him, that's that rapper
That's the man, that's the nigga
That's that bastard

That's the nigga 5X
What is the actual fucking meaning?