I don't care how many MCs wanna rock the mic Do you wanna rock the mic Or do you just wanna sound like the first wicked rapper that you heard it rockin' it Esham is his name, and his style you still jockin' it Ain't no stoppin' it Pull the pistol, and I'm poppin' it For stacks of greenbacks, my hustle, I'm on top of it Steady droppin' shit And you know that kid who on my dick, tell him stay off before I bust the AK off Fuck the FBI and the CIA, ya see I ain't kiddin', once the automatic starts spittin', your head, them slugs be still in there I'm the Multikillionaire, the way I get this money, rappers cryin' it ain't fair, it ain't fair I'm comin' straight the fuck up out of nowhere In Detroit I hustle there, so don't even go there I want some money or some pussy, bitch, and don't be pushy, bitch, because I'm never pussy-whipped Dickin' hoes, why would she trip I dip in a 760, Sunday church reverends miss me Hoes, they see a pimp and kiss me Sippin' Chrissy 'til I'm pissy This be the one you shouldn't remix Man, your style is like a mini bike, and mine is like a Helix Baby, feel it when I kill it, I'ma stick it when it's [?] I go around fat bitches smellin' like chicken, 'cause my style is finger-lickin' And I make a singer sick And might catch me at the Wimbleton with Serena, trippin' 'cause I'm hittin' hoes like tennis rackets So watch me spin this hatchet I be the soldier in the camoflauge jacket, pushin' package in this bitch I got a semi-auto, bitch, load the fully clip, and I be like gimmie all your shit I gotta get mine, so I'ma take yours Your whole record label need a round of applause What's really good, bitch You know that I'ma keep it hood Goin' like I'm flowin', knowin' you wish you could, bitch, please Keep it hot like four hundred degrees, or the Glock when it squeeze on these po-L-I-C-E-S To the hustlers, get your money, mane, it ain't funny, mane Slap [reversed] bitch that try to play you like a dummy, mane All dick-ridin' MCs, don't tempt me to squeeze the semi until it's empty This game'll never pimp, simply 'cause I'm the best to ever rock the M-I-C You know, hear it Godlike, all in my lyrics, type of shit to make ya go to church and catch the holy spirit All rappers [?], license suspended, drivin' with no insurance and no sample clearance No [?] appearance High performance describes my endurance Killin' this mic, blood spill on this mic, rip on this mic If this mic was a gun, fully clip in this mic, killin' you tonight When you spit on this mic If this mic was a gun, fully clip in this mic, killin' you tonight When you spit on this mic, bitch