[ VERSE 1: Mr. Mike ]
Now it's reserved for ^!$$%s with big dicks, so flip
As I kicks from coast to coast when the wind blows

I'll be servin these ^!$$%s like this is it
As I flips that raw %#@! on the tenth I be gettin blitzed
I be the master of you all, I'll

Be the six million dollar man but you'll never see me fall guy
Now let's $$#ume that it's late one night
A trunk full of Tecs, comin on yo set, it's that ^!$$% (Mike)

As I expose of my ex-hoes
Cause flows of others be comin and jockin a brother
Now let's protest cause you ^!$$%s tryina hate this

But you ziggas is some b-i-t-c-h-es
The time has come for evaluation, ejaculation
Me and Jada Pinkett durin masturbation

How do rumors get started?
By these busta-ass ^!$$%s tryina be like Humphrey so they Bogartin
Tryina be up in my busi-ness, isn't this mystical

That a brother could be so damn pitiful?
Best to stay in line
Cause you'll get broke off and forgot about tryina $#&@ with mine

It's goin down

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It's goin down, down, down

[ VERSE 2: Thorough ]

It goes once-twice-three times should make 'em swing
The swiftest man alive is back on the scene
Mean-muggin comin out a speaker near you

It's that two man crew, Mr. Mike and uh...
Who that ^!$$% there? Thorough, that's his name
Same game, different swang but maintain

Main thang I'm a hustler, never lazy
With so much flavor that you fools can taste me
Take the joint and then give me the blunt

Cause what I got is what you want, so don't front
Not a stunt, do a movie and $#&@ a actor
A hungry rapper just doin what he has to

Make, strip you $$#-naked off your manhood
Cause I know that your ego can't stand good
So I test your limits, take you to the boundary

There's so many weak ^!$$%s around me
Found a remedy to rid me of you rudy-poohs
Said $#&@ y'all and keep on stackin loot

Break a (*##$ cause MJ said so
And yeah, it's goin down on your traitin-ass hoes


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[ VERSE 3: Thorough ]

So now it's goin down and like crown I be royal
Slick as baby oil, heat it up, watch it boil
From the soil of the ghetto to the planes in the sky

Tell me why, why would the next man lie?
About who he know, where he been, what he did
Do the math like ( ? ), take yo $$# to the crib

Cause you phoney and you fake, makin my clique look bad
Now you lookin sad, your brother say he mad
But you see, I just laugh, I knew you was a front

I show no love, not cause I had none from the jump
Pump our tape in yo jeep, watch yo gal wanna freak
Get lyrically molested by the way that I speak

It's the elite crystal clear to the ear, I'm out of sight
Airtight after night when I start to take flight
So right about now on the 1 and 2

Mr. Mike, show 'em how we do

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[ VERSE 4: Mr. Mike ]
I stacks my croker sacks, then I sit back with the Mac

Black Cesar, let me please ya with my contact
So now I'm high with the Superfly
Takes a bath after watchin Shaft as my silk draws hang dry

Let's throw the dice, me and Dolemite, hold on tight
None of you ^!$$%s wants to $#&@ with Mr. Mike
I packs a Glock up that block if I have to
Blast non-stop if I have to
Dash through yo set, but never let 'em see me sweat

Let's bet that Left-Eye wouldn'ta never burned up my %#@!
But still I'm Rison like Andre, and all day
I smokes that ganjay from H-Town to Zimbabwe

Youknowhatmsayin?

It's goin down like that for the nine-fizzive
South Circle up in here

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