Uh, Fred The Godson aka Big Bronx I'd like to welcome y'all, to ah, (gonna talk about it) the show I'm so witty with it I'd like to umm, bring to y'all my man Tyler Woods aka Big Carolina, CITY OF GOD!, aka Young Curtis Shit, I'm too witty with it, y'all (Yeah, it's how it's goin' down) let's get it DJ Drama (oohhh, tell 'em) Fred (Fred), good feel, he got them lines and all You ain't real, what you rhymin' for? The nines I draw I shot him in that restaurant And left him a fossil, the whole diner saw, hah (woo!) Labels sayin' I'ma sign for sure 'Cause when I flow I appeal to 'em, Tylenol (okay) Nicer than me, you couldn't find a boy (nah) I got the mic, you Harold Miner, no?! (Nah) Uh, I move strategic Don't question me unless it's 'bout some millions, Regis (Regis) I can't conceited, just gotta see it, I breathe this You nice 'cause you in a good mood, I don't believe this Tryin' too hard, ha, you make me laugh (hahaha) I flow smoother than a baby's ass I'm the go to, I'll coach you, just pay me cash I won't coach you on the arm, ladies bag Ooohh, I might remind you of a hustler Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) Hah, tell me Flow cash, just somethin' to bank with So them lines I dress it up, banquet (banquet) I tried to dumb it down, just some shit they can't get They can't spit (can't spit) Hah, you see my checks get cheese like the W-I-C And make ya hoe tell like the W, I see (hahaha) Hah, I'm a [?], they [?] With the rock, I keep the fiends high see (see) Makin' 'em nervous, why you spittin' for? (Why?) [?] walk to the service, biddin' war (woo!) New body Tahoe, the block swervin' Since March 9th I never did like them box Suburbans (rest in peace Big) I'm smooth like a finger roll, Gervin (Gervin) I gain weight, but I still got it, Earvin (Earvin) Get it? Now you learnin' Magic, real name Earvin, Tyler sing the sermon Hey, I might remind you of a hustler Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) Hah, tell me I'm too witty with it, really run the city with it Got the semi, you don't really wanna see me with it (nah) Ten stacks in 20s, I'm obsessed Like Florence, Jeffersons made me a mess, hah (woo!) They say I maybe the best We can play like mother may, you made me upset We can say in the month of May, I made me a Lex Way the fiends touch the base, say I may meet the Mets, yes They front 'til the hammer spray (spray) Black wife beater, come here Anna May (hahahaha) The Desert Easy I got it loaded And I got diabetes so I can't sugar coat it (nah) Think about the lines The Source should've quoted If it sounds like mines, then who you thought done wrote it? (Fred) I help winnin' I rap in a Shaq jersey, I'm self centered Hah, wait a minute Ooohh, I might remind you of a hustler Ooouu, a hustler (hustler) Aah, yeah, I might remind you of a gangsta Ooouu, a gangsta (gangsta) Hah, tell me Oouuu, ahhh, gonna talk about it