[U-God]Yo, yo, magnificent high score, master plan, the crowd roarThrow up daily dosage, get ready for the down pourHuman cannonball, matador, standing next to doorBattle ya'll, sound more, get ready for the round fourGround war, jigsaw, bearhug, bearclawSlimeball, crime bosses, you better count your lossesDark lord, divorce court, hot sauce, the pen glideThen fly, Bangkok, Chinese, ShanghaiRed wine, fed time, bring crime, the cake riseTake mines, break spines, watch for them snake eyesBreak ties, shake thighs, watch how them dollars flowScholar's home, monotone, crush 'em on they collarboneCyclone, you styrofoam, up against the Wu brandBig gun to hold it, it's gonna take two handsCheck the newstand, I'm running with the ManualFlammable, animals, call me a dynamoHannibal on elephants, got you in a strangleholdBlack man legal Gambino and my bangles goldHand in the finger bowl, your face is on my chrome gaugeStrapped with a bomb, gonna blow you to the Stone Age[Chorus: Mike Ladd]Woo ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh ooh, ooh oooohAy, ay, the way she shake itAy, ay, I can't take itAy, ay, the way she take itAy, ay, I can't shake it[U-God]Yo, ever ready wordplay, conscious surveyMountains fall crumble, impact your chestplateHeavyweight, ankles swing, therapy BowflexSnowman, gold kid, melt you in your vortexRaw sex vibe, ultraviolet on the sex driveForty five wives, new silent with my tech ninesRespect mine in chalk line, smash for your drama talkBackflips, somersault, chopped by the tomahawkPop off, mozoltov, stung by the voodooOld school, new school, invest like the Jews doYour broke ass, no class, broadcast on YouTubeFake boobs, handjobs, state troops to damn slobsHate you, fuck off, hate you with duck sauceFeathers get, plucked off, when I cough with ink dustLinked up, inked up, strokes from the paintbrushGo for your taste buds, shrooms and I stay buzzedMusic for your forehead, smashed on your horse faceWu on the warhead, crash through your tourgates[Chorus][Hook: Mike Ladd]Scott knocks, is on the ballLet's rock, she love the bossOh god, she loves the muttJump up, and go for my mineIt's so deep, you get cross-eyedTake that heat, and roll outsideBlack handprints on the wallBlack handprints on the wall[Chorus][U-God]I say I'm pimping, bitches on kneepadsLipton, sipping the tea bag