Lyrics:

Yeah! That all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious**lf**Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge**lf**Until your body sound clash**lf**Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude**lf**Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy**lf**Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping**lf**Keep em playing they position**lf**Keep making the people listen what I spin**lf**Put em out on a limb**lf**Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen**lf**Y''all fake niggas not setting a trend**lf**We never listen to them**lf**It''s like trying to take a piss in the wind**lf**My home team doing visitors in, yo don''t test em**lf**They all standing close to the edge, so don''t stress em**lf**Now who the type built to last?**lf**It''s no question, the Master!**lf**Villain in Black wit no stets in my sound**lf**Hitting you hard from - every direction**lf**Your head and shoulder, area your midsection dawg!**lf**Yeah**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Just give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Cut the check**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Nigga, give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Yeah Illadelph, home of the original gun clappers**lf**Out on the wrong corner your shit''ll get spun backwards**lf**You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk**lf**Or your own nana''ll keep a gat under the mattress**lf**Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas**lf**Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless**lf**Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times**lf**Niggas'' crime record longer than a guest list**lf**Yes, I done seen things you wouldn''t believe**lf**Seen people reach levels thought they''d never achieve**lf**Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D**lf**Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe**lf**C''mon! Stick up kids, they be out to tax**lf**Most times they be sticking you without the gats**lf**I''ll still be on the grind when it all collapse**lf**And if it''s my worst bar then I''m a take it right back nigga**lf**Yeah**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Just give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Cut the check**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Nigga, give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Yeah, it ain''t nothin'' like I rush I get, in front of the band**lf**On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand**lf**When a brother transform, from aynonomous man**lf**To the force, crush whoever might of thought I was playin''**lf**I''ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang**lf**Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain**lf**Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure**lf**You see the master piece, but to me it''s unperfected**lf**Give it here Geffen Records, I''m off the handle**lf**Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil**lf**Next joint comin'', all bets is canceled**lf**Nigga black ink, red was a G financial**lf**We finna have the whole industry at a stand still**lf**See me put the system on lock like can pill**lf**So get wit them endorsements, and call reinforcements**lf**Cause my click come a full sizable portions**lf**Yeah**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Just give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Cut the check**lf**Give it here, and don''t say nuthin''**lf**Nigga, give it here, and don''t say nuthin''