[Produced by Diamond and Sadat X] [Hook] Although I hit a pound of herbs Im still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard [x4] I break shit up so just chill, and sit still Im not on the pop hop but yo my shit still Sells like a mother, theres not another Dark brown brother who grew up undercover Running game on a dame like Too hort Ill smoke an MC like a Newport Or a Marlboro, or a Salem It doesnt matter cause I take him and I wail him Get a rush of the nicotine, battle? Nigga please, I wont even attempt But if the crowd thinks hes a worthy opponent Ill grab the mic and show I own it Yo bust it, better off if you not sing, God bless the pothead As I remember what my moms and my pops said Strive for the best, you gain your respect Or you can settle for a public assistance check If you dont want to break your neck So I said What the heck? People always say Hey we like the way you make beats He doesnt use breakbeats But I take it in stride and do my work on the inside Wont flake on the flimside [Hook] Although I hit a pound of herbs Im still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard [x2] [Verse 2] From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli My style slams, but some still want to get with me I dont understand, kid you just cant see me When my LP drop all my friends will want a freebie Whether in a car or you ride the train My style stands out like a vericose vein So dont front cause you know Im the champ Better off trying to buy a pack of Newports with a food stamp Cause the odds are none Cause like Jimmy Castor, Ive just begun Brothers cant believe how the skills have gotten Spicy as a steak with potatoes au gratin But Im not soup, I just got a lot of nerve Cause motherfuckers want to see me shoot to the curve But I just wont slip cause a slip aint hip I stay on my toe like Broadway Joe One time I did I thought the girl was a friend of me So I started sleeping with the enemy I wont let a stunt misguide me And you can jump on my tree stump if you want to ride me [Hook] Although I hit a pound of herbs Im still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard [x2] [Verse 3] See like hotcakes, people have prostate cancer of the liver Yo, cause I deliver Legit new shit that hits like a mule kick Dont try to flip, money grip, or youll get A very swift kick in the anus, yeah Homeboy, Ill make you famous As a young buck people used to call me shorty When I was broke I used to chip in for forties But theres no retreat or surrender And my pockets stay stuffed with legal tender So give a shout if you with me Yeah! Give a shout if you with me Yeah! So give a shout and let me know if you like the way the flow, goes And yo, does it matter on the FDR or the Westside People contemplate whats the best side But I sit back and observe like a Buddhist monk Cause Diamond gots spunk For the new generation like Pepsi Ill make your grandmother say Heavens to Betsy [Hook] Although I hit a pound of herbs Im still nice with the verbs So fuck what you heard [x4]
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