Yo, I seen them motherf**kers out in the street Them pussy asses (Man, f**k them niggas anyway) Hood rats and those fat rolly polly punks Yo Kel (What up?) Yo answer this question Why are we the nicest in this f**kin' profession? Yo, it's um, simple philosophy Doe, ray, me, fa, so, love L.O.D. (Yeah, yeah) Aye yo 50 (What's up?) Answer this question (What's that?) Why are you the best in your profession? Now when I'm creepin' on a bitch MC Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. Keith Murray (Yo, what's up 50?) Answer the question? (What's that?) Why are you be the sickest in this profession? I been all around the world hearing the wack MC's It's doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. (Aye yo) Ask yourself the very same question Why are we the wickedest in this profession? I'm breaking back with Def Squad constantly Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. Any nigga want to step, get busy Doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. I be the bushwa freaker Coming through your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks Taking it to your ass with these rhymes and shit 'Cause kids contradict themselves when they be rhyming Sounding like shit, off beat with no timing Now soon as I touch the paper See you later I shut your lights off like a blackout So hit the circuit breaker I'm the worst trouble you ever had vocab like knife stabs Comin' wild killin' in a paragraph Holding niggas ransom, it runs in my blood Maybe my grandson might be wild like Charles Manson I be the gimmie, the got ya Been blastin' niggas way Before the remix I shot ya The proper hip hopper Fading 'em in the Palladium And bustin' each and every nigga, bubble in the Tunnel Now, after the sunshine comes the rain Hold up, wait a minute, let me back up and just explain I been all around the world, what battle me? Take this autograph home and give it to your family All I hear is booty stinkin' ass wack MC's Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. Nigga your life means nothing to me, challenge L.O.D. The average nigga style sucks like a hickey 50 G, the MC's brain buster, mic crusher Dirty money quicker picke upper, crew duster Now that L.O.D.'s up in this motherf**ker Leave a known rapper with broken English Like smooth da hustler Same thing make a nigga laugh Make his ass cry He rolled a seven I bet it all he turned around And rolled snake eyes My thinking cap is bigger than a f**kin' Sade's Stay all-terrain, rainin' on all parades The street is my bed and the corner is my pillow I'll kill your f**kin' ass and for your crew I'll do ditto I'll leave a nigga dead and stinkin' take his soul Cha-boom, cha-boom fill him up with holes Natural born killer, killer than the rest (Where you at?) East coast to west I keep it real kid I freak the flow until it's naked Niggas get panicked and frantic And can't take it I been all around the world, what battle me? Take this autograph home and give it to your family Def Squad's the family, you don't want to see Strictly doe, ray, me, fa, so love L.O.D. Kel-Vicious (What up Keith?) Answer this question (What up?) Why you so f**kin' nice in this profession? Aye, yo 50 (What's up?) Answer this question Why you so nice in your profession? Aye, yo Murray (What's up?) Answer this question (What's that?) Why you so nice in this profession?