Lyrics:

You know I laugh like a fat king
And when I rap it's like the sound when a gat sings
Undercover, yea you know like butter
Stretch like rubber

I make sure payments like the ultimate cutter
I stand like a statue in the church I feel cold
Trapped like a cat wit a boat full of coke
Tigas know I lie
Cherry banana pumpkin pie

This is how I run my life
Razor sharp just like the knives
Mics get hit from buller flavor I spit
Chambers and clips can't offer me shit

I get high as fuck when them MC's come
But from dawn to dusk man I breaks em up
Like booyah - what 'ya do now?
I can hear them freaks screamin Hoocha
From head to head - dread to dread
Lead to lead - spread to spread

Niggas be trippin' when the endos gone
Niggas be trippin' when they womans gone
Niggas be trippin' when the moneys gone
Thats why I rappin' on the microphone

What up, razor sharp
Crack Raider
Time to build my juice back up
Like the curl of a banger in a compton cut

How many niggas do I have to kill
Before I go to the top of the hill
Don't need to be alarmed because my game is tight
You know I do it for the gods when I rock the mic

You know I'm really wheel spinnin and my hammer keep bustin'
You be a fool and these cats I'm trustin'
Cold as ice he must be cold as steel
I'm gon bury yo ass at the top of the hill come on

Razor sharp
Rap Raider razor
Raider sharp
Rap raider razor raider sharp

A tiga like me can't hit the block
Sucka MC's is like microphone cops
Niggas know Nicky got a brain for glocks
So when I think niggas come at they usual spots

Nose stay red like the 1st reindeer
Don't know where you goin' but 'ya can't stay here
Gotta hit the scene all stars and jeans
Slip through the scene like Vaseline cream

Supreme being one man team
The king diamonds wit the heart of his queen
No matter the ride check it I'm gon lean
Wit a hook that niggas ain't seen since kareem

I'm a fugitive gotta watch my step
Suckas wanna kno where the rhymes is kept
Check this out playboy hold 'ya breath
I'm on the bay bridge they ain't caught me yet
Goin' Ninety on the freeway chokin'
Ain't no mystery to the weed we smokin'

Andre Nickatina said show me some styles
And check this out freak I'ma be right back
I hate to be a whore but the worlds a pimp
I'm tryin' to tell my tigas man don't y'all simp

Comin' like a mack truck
Miss me if 'ya foul skunk
Represent the blunt when 'ya get tossed up
Microphone flow like the caddy will rip

And this sugar hill gang got me doin' this so
Razor sharp, rap raider razor sharp
Rap razor raider razor sharp - sharp