lets get it on dirty harry blend
Mic Check
Bigger than Fred Wreck
Uh, Check it out
Uh, Check it out
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hit, Nigga
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hit, Nigga
(Dirty Harry)
(Yeah!)
Big Poppa, Throwing nigga's off of cliffs
Smoking Spliff's, Disappear With my Bitch
In a Mitsubishi Eclipse
Read my lips, "I kill you"
Blood I'll spill true
Did i say "Thank you"
I grant you
Three wishes, cause i be the Genie
Niggas is Ass out
Like Fat Bitches in Bikini's
Read Between the lines
See what i see
I see the diary
Of a Sick Bastard
Junior M.A.F.I.A Blaster
Ruger's on the hip's
Bought Coke to Flip Chips
More Bullets to Fill Clips, Check it
Putting coke in corner store Bodegas
In the back room playing SEGA, Street Fighter 2
I'm inviting you
Get your writing crew, and They Dopest rhymes
I get up in that Ass, Every time
Lyrically, I'm Untouchable, Uncrushable
Getting Mad blunted as a 600
Benz, Ask your friends who's the Illest licking shot
Nigga's screaming, "Biggie Smalls, Tried to kill us"
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, Nigga
It don't stop, It don't stop
Watch the hip, Nigga
Junior M.A.F.I.A, Representing Bucktown
Mac-11 Cocked back, Nigga's better duck down
Faced-Down, you know the routine the cream
Earrings the drama Biggie Bring
Lets get it