Jones, 2-8-1, 3-3-oh 8-zero-zero-fo', holla at me, I got that [Chorus] [E-40 - echo each phrase] Uhhhh - actin bad.. showin my ass.. Havin my cash.. rappin fast.. Duke
listen Stuck in your ass Is an electrician" Like a scientist Mmmm when i'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like einstein and the rappin' duke
more scandals than J.R. Ewing Busted up more parties than five-o When it comes to a fight my boy's good to go So step on stage, we duke it out like
compation of all lanes In dis whole industrie thang is just all games ma scoop stays focused even at a far range i see it all even if it a small change fever rappin
iz on radar A sixteen verse burst, the last two are 8 bar 'Cause by that time I been did damage The type 9/11, so duke call the reverend Sermon, the rappin
they now? Hit me See I remember them forever, the original Spinderella Lakim Shabazz, 9 MM Fu-Schnickens, Buckshot, Finesse, and Sequence Who was a Rappin' Duke
to buck up Knowin' that you 'bout to get shot the fuck up Duke was brave but his stupid ways Is the reason why I'm 'bout to twist Duke toupee And I'
, step to me We 'gone see about your motherfuckin' ass, nigga If I do somethin' you don't like, come and see about it You wanna box, get'cha dukes up
't been a minute yet, already cats wanna eye-screw Plottin' to pop you, you don't know me duke The one that shoot, you all mad 'cuz I'm spendin' loot
They tryna low ball me, do him like Joe Torre I reintroduced myself to the world, I'M JERZ I'm a artist, I paint pictures, I don't rhyme words More than a rapper
even step to the Phifer I'll bum rush your set and crush your whole cypher Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame 'Cuz rappin' ain't no game
my middle name to first Trem I'm walking on the rhythm like Philippe Petite I've got hole in my mouth where my teeth should be You ask whatever happened to the rappin' duke
try and steal my smile Buy the car Buy the house Remember that That was me Diamonds all in yo face Remember that That was me and C Southside still holdin' Me, Duke
up in the body in one human I rhyme the tightest, shine the brightest I blind the optic fibers in anybody's iris When it comes to rappin', I'll smash
Camp Click World War Three for '98 in the wake of all these troops I could see general Buckshot goin toe to toe with Duke Salute the captain, for rappin
turn the beat up Give me that million dollar beat And let me show you what to do with it Who that is? That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it