That Shit

Lyrics

[Verse 2: Canibus] Yo, I practice the Art of War like Bone Thugs Like, "Nigga what? I'm finna get gun and stick 'em up" and crush a thug's bones with a chrome slug Leave you laying dead in your own blood Foaming at the mouth like soap suds, see what the .44 does? You know what? I'm 'bout to get mad as fuck And blast you in the gut, you niggas ain't had enough? I'm the scariest Sagittarius you've ever seen With genetically dominant genes A supreme being I fiends to rock them 'Til I'm top of the top ten After 12 o'clock I get worse than Rakim Then I make your whole crew sweat my music 'Cause I do get in your ears like a Q-Tip Too quick for you to refuse it, you're defenseless Mental blows'll hit you in the dome like clenched fists Competition is usually forced to forfeit My telepathy bench-presses more than a forklift Don't even step to me on some bullshit Nigga you betta off playing Russian Roulette wit a full clip I'm knocking niggas out and knocking niggas off Fa coming around the way with them Lugz that look like Clarks