LYRICS OF THIS VERSE:
I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit
My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (Drip)
Fuck all that sensuous shit (Drip)
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman, I shift with the ruck
If your "if" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (Word up)
No need to ask you "Who is he?" Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities
(Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you (Yeah)
I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight with no chaser (Word up)
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back (Uh-huh)
As soon as one of you niggas try to overreact (Blaow!)
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up)
Break your concentration, murder your camp (Haha)
For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas
Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis
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Artist/Group: Keith Murray
Album: Mr. Smith by LL Cool J
Released: 1995
Label: Def Jam/PolyGram
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