[00:10.26]"When three guys, will slide into your cell
[00:13.08]Wrap your ass up in that blanket
[00:15.15]They gon' kick your ass over the side of that bed
[00:17.22]And do bodily harm to your nigga, by stickin a dick in i
[00:19.86][Motion Man]
[00:20.88]They looks at my styles, like a crackhead does upon a rock
[00:23.55]And pipe to get hype, I got 'em dirty fiendin for me
[00:25.86]Losin pounds for my sounds, that knows and tilts consumes the liquor
[00:28.44]'til the 40 gets killed, I bite that apple lick my lips like LL
[00:31.38]Doin it well, shock the world, charm your momma
[00:33.63]Verbalizin your girl, don't **** with sorcerers with lyric bomb
[00:36.42]You know we got spells, abra-abra-abracadabra
[00:39.18]Grabba, this rapper can abra-abra-cadaver another rapper
[00:42.18]Change yo' range yo
[00:43.47]I drop my styles offer than an obtuse angle, I'm threatening
[00:46.65]Miraculous things be happening, every time I spit
[00:49.32]The verbal through speakers
[00:50.37]I'm on the court while you sorry niggas sit in the bleachers
[00:52.86]Cheerleaders, fear leaders, sissy niggas with skirts
[00:55.44]I'm catchin waves like white dude surfers with tans
[00:57.96]My King Kong style, climbin buildings, holdin yo' *****
[01:00.51]I'm dichotomy to everybody, I'm ****in melodi
[01:03.12]Niggas comin out with drama, lookin mad histrionic
[01:05.76]I bounce uniquely, get up on this land, destroy you like water
[01:08.37]Yo mother nature that's my ho and I been pimpin her bro
[01:10.80]My conversation's built like Spider-Man, it's neighborhood friendly
[01:13.53]But expands like Apocalypse for niggas that's envy
[01:16.14]I back yo' team up ten yards cause yo' partner was holdin
[01:18.57]I sacked your quarterback with fifty sacks, this money I'm foldin
[01:21.18]He just an inmate with a dick up in you,
[01:22.86][Chorus: repeat scratches 4X]
[01:26.64]"Dead as a mouse"
[01:29.16]"Your butt's in jail", "so why you pushin it"
[01:36.36]"In the house of pain"
[01:40.80][Kool Keith]
[01:42.99]You got to handle it Bill, yeah, yo check the reason
[01:46.35]I hear you scream loud, your cell door's full of dick
[01:48.84]Prisoners catch you, posin hard like a statue
[01:51.42]Too many men in your crew, but not there wit'chu
[01:53.94]You Coppertone, put your wig on, you start to moan
[01:56.46]Walkin your hallway, your panties shine, in the doorway
[01:59.13]Cell block, you stop, inmates, you on they jock
[02:01.65]Seein protection, big men hit your midsection
[02:04.26]You gettin bumrushed, by TV's with a yeast infection
[02:06.90]You on call, for a warden standin by the kitchen
[02:09.48]You snitched my man, here's a tape, take a listen
[02:12.06]You on security watch, walkin by the door
[02:14.64]I explore more, raw to the deepest core
[02:17.22]Yeah, have you on 4's
[02:18.81]"You are his kid, you gotta clean this cell
[02:22.44]You gotta wash his drawers and socks
[02:24.39]And he wanna **** you in your ass, you'll let hi
[02:26.76]And if he wanna sell you to another prisoner, he'll do that too"
[02:29.25][Chorus]

"When three guys, will slide into your cell
Wrap your ass up in that blanket
They gon' kick your ass over the side of that bed
And do bodily harm to your nigga, by stickin a dick in i
They looks at my styles, like a crackhead does upon a rock
And pipe to get hype, I got 'em dirty fiendin for me
Losin pounds for my sounds, that knows and tilts consumes the liquor
'til the 40 gets killed, I bite that apple lick my lips like LL
Doin it well, shock the world, charm your momma
Verbalizin your girl, don't **** with sorcerers with lyric bomb
You know we got spells, abra-abra-abracadabra
Grabba, this rapper can abra-abra-cadaver another rapper
Change yo' range yo
I drop my styles offer than an obtuse angle, I'm threatening
Miraculous things be happening, every time I spit
The verbal through speakers
I'm on the court while you sorry niggas sit in the bleachers
Cheerleaders, fear leaders, sissy niggas with skirts
I'm catchin waves like white dude surfers with tans
My King Kong style, climbin buildings, holdin yo' *****
I'm dichotomy to everybody, I'm ****in melodi
Niggas comin out with drama, lookin mad histrionic
I bounce uniquely, get up on this land, destroy you like water
Yo mother nature that's my ho and I been pimpin her bro
My conversation's built like Spider-Man, it's neighborhood friendly
But expands like Apocalypse for niggas that's envy
I back yo' team up ten yards cause yo' partner was holdin
I sacked your quarterback with fifty sacks, this money I'm foldin
He just an inmate with a dick up in you,
"Dead as a mouse"
"Your butt's in jail", "so why you pushin it"
"In the house of pain"
You got to handle it Bill, yeah, yo check the reason
I hear you scream loud, your cell door's full of dick
Prisoners catch you, posin hard like a statue
Too many men in your crew, but not there wit'chu
You Coppertone, put your wig on, you start to moan
Walkin your hallway, your panties shine, in the doorway
Cell block, you stop, inmates, you on they jock
Seein protection, big men hit your midsection
You gettin bumrushed, by TV's with a yeast infection
You on call, for a warden standin by the kitchen
You snitched my man, here's a tape, take a listen
You on security watch, walkin by the door
I explore more, raw to the deepest core
Yeah, have you on 4's
"You are his kid, you gotta clean this cell
You gotta wash his drawers and socks
And he wanna **** you in your ass, you'll let hi
And if he wanna sell you to another prisoner, he'll do that too"