"Hey!" "Can't nobody hold me.."



So ^!$$%z wan' take it there huh?
Heh..
See y'all don't know what the f**k goin on

I know what time it is yo

It's time to erase a face in force in fact an inferno

Rise in my eyes these twin 9'sll make em learn though
You poppin plottin plannin half steppin threatenin
The streets clap loud like like thunderCLOUDS with the weapon

I'm steppin, to clarify, lookin with the hawk
in the arrow eye, turn the biggest part of your $$#
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, ^!$$%

Tie yo' (*##$, to the %#@!ter ^!$$%, throw yo' stinkin $$#
by the liver ^!$$%, need beef, I rag !@$)s
Scream peace, get dragged dad

Gettin busy like Rashid street, in Baghdad
Havin your kids askin why did they have to drag dad, past
cause you'll be the last $$# to blast fast

Way, above the rim
Word to Birdie I'm from Jersey leavin ^!$$%z actin nerdy
Back sturdy, my dirt, by my lonely, F**K with dis

Doin hits with more clutch, than the stick, so COME ON

Chorus: Treach


I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" Find the phony
Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only

Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar
I do my dirt all by my lonely "Hey!" "Hey!"

"Can't nobody hold me.. I do my dirt all by lonely"
Do or die, with slugs for the Ruger
Rollin patrollin in a stolen black Cougar






See I'm a one man dynasty; motherf**ker
every artist on your label don't equal HALF of me

Rippin lyrics like they supposed to be, most'll be
plottin dreamin and scheamin to get CLOSE to me
Cause I spit %#@!, rip %#@! quick, and I'm sick wit

lyrics to MASH that $$# is what I'm equipped wit
So fine-tune that bull%#@!, bring your best competitor
I'll be on that $$# as if I was a f**kin Predator

^!$$%z wanna battle at a show, yeah I'll set it up
I go toe to toe, blow for blow and leave it wetted up
My time to hypnotize you, OK?

Never disrespectin the laws of Nature -- Obey Yo' Thirst
Vin Rock'll serve as the quenchin
Here's the last thing I'd like to mention

That when it's time to set it off, trust me son
I ain't the motherf**kin click, I'm the motherf**kin one
I do my dirt all by my lonely..



I roll with hundreds, sometime thousands, maybe a little more

But don't need NAR' a motherf**ker when it's time for the war!
Some of these ^!$$%z on the streets be actin so sweet
Talkin bout stalkin black like it ain't gon' get back to me WHAT?

What about them MC's after me (hahahaha)
Come see the first rappers laid flat on Banned From TV
Part 3 in 3-D, shot right in Jersey

On the corner with the goners lookin straight up at me (whoo!)
So f**k prolongin, I'm way PAST the strongarmin
Played hisself tonight, so he'll be GONE BY THE MORNING

Sneak up, creep up, you out of pocket, the rule's no second chance
Lift a (*##$ out his shoes, watch the news


Chorus 2X