as a fine art And when I'm finished, you can take this rap apart Analyze my elements and tactics First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this I jumble
a nigga like I'm Carlos Escobar But in a way I am Been puttin' dope on the street for years and don't give a damn So I'm thinkin' about them, friend
know what I'm sayin'? I'm talkin' 'bout brain power homeboy They can't mess with me 'cause I'm too smart for them out there You know what I'm sayin'?
are and where you're at, you better watch your back 'Cause you might think, you're just dope while you're livin' In a sniper's scope, I'm not tryin'
a dope idea Mothercukin' ducks should stand clear 'Cause I'm a hit the topic point blank It's jail ya better keep your shank 'Cause I got mine and I'm
can I be down? What's up? You say you wanna be down? Ease back, or muthafucka get beat down Out my face, fool I'm the illest Bulletproof, I die harder
's in the world My nigga Ice on the wheels of steel You know what I'm sayin'? To all that haze goes out with, nationwide You know what I'm sayin'? I'm
dope remote I heard my phone ringin', I wonder who could it be It was the E, the V, yes the I L E He said, "We got static, word, I just got out Punks
You're sure home boy's ready? Yo, Ice, this nigga said he's ready, man Yo, kid you're sure you wanna be down with this, right? Yeah, I'm sure, I'm ready
Looked me in my eyes and told me, I was the one I said, "Why?", she said, I was fly Grabbed me by my hand and I thought I would die Said, she wanted
when I die I'm goin' to hell again I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted child The hunted child I'm the hunted child I'm the hunted
again, I'm back in the diss mode I gotta speak my mind, it's time to unload On this so-called government we've got If I lied like them, I think I'd get
back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink milk Cause
a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport of
I'm back in the place to be The I, the C, the E, the T I'll never get a Grammy, so fuck the G All I need is crowd, and my M I C Got a gangster ass D.
, am I a G, I got proof Banged in my youth, keep niggas on the roof With a scope, dough, Cube keep the rope Tupac string a nigga up, hit the mob dope
, why not? You start to sweat and fret, it gets hot How'd you get into this spot? You played yourself Yo, yo, you played yourself I'm no authority but I
, I'm back bastards One more CD and then I'm packing up my bags and as I'm leaving I'll guarantee they scream, Dre don't leave us like that man 'cause I'm