Farmers (feat. Tikki Diamondz)

Right now I'm 'bout to show you how it's done, you can Shut down yo, my Uzi weights a ton, you can Beat down and you can pump it in your system till it Blow out whatever dog, no doubt, I'm bout to Smack up, anybody who front like he Hardcore don't he know I stay raw? this is LL competition, they fell because I Do this bringing drama and truth 'cuz I don't Play that, and I be reepin' up cash since Way back put your honey on my lap and make her Heat up, got her beggin' me to beat it up Raw dog, throw your wacky on the floor, straight Kill that, have her garglin' nuts until I Spill that, you better play like En Vogue and Hold on, you wanna battle? Set it off baby Come on, come one, come on, come on F, because my flavor's the best A, I get my hustle off all day R, wreck my block, knee all far M, I gotta hold it down wit my man E, big up to my nigga E Love R, keep the ill rims on the car S, I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers what, farmers what Murder, little niggas gettin money on the Hot block, he got the chrome shit spinnin' up on Linden, look at the ice and leather, the way it Blendin', pass the spit hot Linden from here to Mary, you think you hot, Cool Jane? Ever Here it, and when it comes to this I'm not a Soldier, I'm a General crack King I told ya, I proved I'm the greatest rapper, nigga What now, tell your man step up, then watch he Go down, game one, do or die like Bedside, nobody even comin' close, nigga Why try, from the Bronx to Shaolin to Uptown, like buckshot said nigga Duck down, you better play like En Vogue and Hold on, you know I'm goin' out nigga Come on, come on, come one, come on F, because my flavor's the best A, I get my hustle off all day R, wreck my block, knee all far M, I gotta hold it down wit my man E, big up to my nigga E Love R, keep the ill rims on the car S, I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers what, farmers what No doubt, I'll take your block and air it out, stay Ice out, me and my man, Little Sharp in the Double R, whole block, lined up wit all the Hot cars, nigga, never be afraid you gotta Get paid, no matter what I do, I keep it Sexy me and my team spendin' cream on the Club scene on Performance Boulevard out in Killa Queens this joint knocked in the tunnel 'bout One O clock, they like them raw, not the watered down Hip hop the broad money and alah zay it Don't stop niggas stumblin' and fallin' off a Head ride when I'm goin' to Bedshaw Remember me, I'm the greast MC there could Ever be, you better call Def Jam, and tell 'em Hold on, 'cuz another major label told me Come on, come on, come on, come on F, because my flavor's the best A, I get my hustle off all day R, wreck my block, knee all far M, I gotta hold it down wit my man E, big up to my nigga E Love R, keep the ill rims on the car S, I repped it, what more can I say, son Farmers what, farmers what