[Chorus: Skip - 2X]
Keep talkin` out the side of your mouth (POW!)
Smack the taste right up out of your mouth (POW!)
"I wa-, I wa-" That`s what I`m talkin` about (POW!)
Keep talkin` out the side of your mouth (POW!)
[Skip]
Since I hit the TV now I`m a hot topic
But that don`t mean Skipper won`t pop it
Ain`t that that dude with the H2 and the nice wallet?
And I got four words - stay off my dick
You wanna make it to where Skip ain`t got shit
So you could ride around town and spread your gossip
Make up stories like "U.T.P. done dropped Skip"
"Juve` used the man, paid him and then got rich"
C`mon stop it, you`re makin` it up
Damn, how much hate is enough, boy you faker than fuck
"I just saw Skip blazin` it up
With a dime piece, smilin`, gettin` head in the truck
Look, right now he headed for us" (Look!)
"You lyin` motherfucker, dude he right behind `em, you a busta"
Cause that`s your old lady he with
Them hoes is for everbody, stop savin` a bitch
[Chorus - 2X]
[Redd Eyezz]
Open my eyes when the sun rise, blazin`
First nigga on the strip, even if my block`s hotter than Cajun
I cop them Haitan, Jamaicans, Cubans and Yanks
Program with every race, now I cuts my own steak
Known to take G trips to a town like Wimbleton
Get a bust` down spot and be servin` like Wimbledon
Black John McEnroe, my rap flows are clapped (uh-hu)
Supposed to be hot as Tabasco, look at them assholes now
Homie, when I`m seen there`s a crowd
With head bustas off the streets talkin` loud, ready to wild
Get respect for a few things
Deranged, the chopper spit
And the first off the block to cop a new Range
Life is fast, I get cash and write about it
At night it ain`t safe in the South, we bout it bout it
Doubt it and get bodied `cause the shotty will lift -
your big muscleman bodyguard off his shit
[Chorus - 2X]
[Juvenile]
Who lil` daddy with the fitted cap turned back?
Know some of these niggaz got respect, he tryin` to earn that
Hopefully one of these niggaz with yayo will see that
And put him in the right position he tryin` to be at
They talkin` in the wind but they no better than the play though
They could make a carton or a t-shirt in a day though
I ain`t tryin` to flex my power bitch but I got say so
And I could make a million; American, yen or peso
They say I got a attitude, that`s not the issue at all
Don`t get involved when I`m doin` what I have to do
I`m suttle now but I could turn into an animal
Blow it out of proportion and I ain`t understandin` you
Not in it for the short, I want the long term
Fuck the government, I`ma take care of my own children
You gon` have to zip your lip up, before a nigga flip up
I don`t think they understandin` me, holler at `em Skipper