Still An Herb Dealer

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The black mack with the back pack Full of fat sacks of iz, who get biz And rollin' on kids like a tyre makes skids You can take bids, niggas get did left open like lids When the raw tech's leave the vortex of the mind cerebellum When I tell 'em I can sell 'em like dimes Niggas wanna tell 'em what the hell I'm in prime Aiight? So, yo it's only right I'm inclined To bend rhymes that you then find intertwined In my everyday acts of life Don't act trife; you'll get jacked like a knife Smacked like a wife who just cheated When the Scientifik get heated I've never been defeated Play my tape when you're weeded If rap was some iz I'd take you out like my seeds, kid I gotta get mine Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes [Chorus] Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes [Verse 2] It's the ill kid, who still did or still does Sell iz to the kids with the bids on the buds Rip the microphone and I rock it like scuds, missiles If you smoke herb, shoot your pistols It's the Scientifik and I be mic don 'Cause I G like Ron, it could be like on If a nigga wanna battle or do me like wrong I never slack 'em, I attack; let's get this like on You couldn't pay me to see your show, I tried to go, but I was buggin' Couldn't hack what I saw, you get the Jim like Duggan Next time I request they put me on some type of druggin' Forcin' me to ill and steal your grill like I was buggin' But wait, let me calm down before I hyperventilate I thank god I got the rhyme so I can fit the hate Plus it also give me time to represent the state of mind I'm in And mentality of men, come again Buck a shot if you had 'nuff of pussyclarts Buck another one if in your pocket there's a knot Cause I rock, like the type of shit you find up in the spot Full of crack, my full attack; will set you back Like the records that you didn't sell are still up on the rack They're wack, you need a smack I couldn't dig 'em, but your tracks is fat I should motherfuckin' vic 'em Any emcee could be a Scientifik victim If you test, I'll burn your fuckin' ass like Dave Koresh If you dirtin' my person, I put more holes in you than mesh And fresh, will be the smell of blood that's on the floor 'Cause the Scientifik swore, need I say anymore? [Chorus] Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes Yo kid, I got the knicks and the dimes Still an herb dealer, even though I kicks rhymes