Drop It Heavy (Featuring KRS One & Big Pun)

That's right

On any beat, we sail

Don't put your money on bail, put it on Full Scale

Ha hah! Never fail

KRS! I'd rather have a hundred-thousand true heads buy me

Than one million of your fake fanatics behind me

I keep it grimy, chase me, you will never find me

I'll take you out in 2 or 3 minutes, you can time me

You the dopest MC? I'll leave that ass sizzlin'

I'm givin' more rhythm than gang rapes in prison

You small time, you ain't a pro; yeah, you kick the raw rhyme

But your show and your flow – that's all mine

Oh, silly me, if I call on my lyric ability

I'll bring it right straight to your door, free delivery

Get with me, now I spit rap

I represent Peace and Knowledge, but I will contradict that!

Click-a-click-clack, you don't wanna battle me, you wanna scat away

I battle Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Wait, let me check the schedule again... Saturday

I think you oughta follow your squad, they ran that-a-way

These rappers be played out, spaced out, no format

Now why would you place your money on that?

I drop more bars than Sing-Sing

Cha-ching! Real teachers teach real things

I brings knowledge and skill, you should try to get with it

Challenging knowledge, only means that you're ignorant

With the sword of justice – your throat, I'm stickin' it

Gossip and scandal? I don't put my lips in it

Grow up, I'm movin' like a U-Haul truck

You all stuck, 'cause you all suck

Duck, duck, buck, duck, buck, buck!

Forget the cup, hops, your luck stops

I'll bring ya to your buttocks, with 'nuff Glocks

Yo, my squad is honored like Elijah Muhammad

But I'm God-retarded, ain't no righteousness in this heart of violence

Hard as Diamond, but I'm in the rough; listen up

If you ever see me wit' the Feds, you can bet it's in the cuffs

Ain't no snitch in us, bitch in us, unofficial-ness

Every deen, we outside – you wish you was

Official thugs in the drug profession

Drug connections, drunk addictions

Still seein' the judge for drug possession

The four-D's, all these is more reas'

To either get big, or leave and let live

We the best there is – T.S., ain't nobody else

We probably Dove, 'cause we all the way at top of the shelf

I'm lockin' your wealth, with the master keys

Freeze, don't try to breeze, or I'ma squeeze

And blast the back of your knees; just pass the cheese

Please, don't test the toaster

My TEC could roast ya body faster than Ferrari's Testarossa

You're gettin' closer to death, Reaper's got a hold of your breath

You going straight to hell, 'less you sell your soul for your flesh

You was posin' a threat, now you froze in the bed

Minute ago – you was poppin' shit, holdin' ya dick

Now what's the problem?

You ain't nothin' like you said on your album

I thought you was wildin', bustin' your guns, and runnin' the Island?

You wasn't violent

You was silent, tryin' to get college credits

How pathetic – did it to get out of the calisthenics

I'm Dianetics combined with lyrics

My matureness is my insurance

Kill my appearance, I'ma shine in spirit

Ya gotta fear it – 'cause every last gem is poison

Ya gotta cheer it – ya can't win, you better join 'em

I'm head-anointing ****, like the Holy Gospel

I'm the only vato loco to smoke ya with fire-blowing nostrils

Watch for the toast – when you see it, you better draw yours

Born Lords – call in The Giant, it's all yours

Went from welfare to Bel Air, and hell yeah, I hold heat

With a license to kill, like police, so don't sleep

The son shines, brighter, than any star

Rap terrorist, bomb mics in the name of Allah

Show & A.G. is who we are, forever terror

All I need is 26 letters and 16 bars

I'll be bomb droppin', verses that be so def

Searchin' for those who cold slept, 'til there's no left

Curious how we still around? Mysterious

Like a dope fiend lean, never touching the ground

And you knew it when you heard us

I'm fluent with this, MC's wanna serve us

DJ's are mad nervous, but can't hurt us

They get the dick, I be

G.D. for life, roll with D.I.T.C. 

Short for D-I-G-G-I-N, double it

Add the Crates, now they lovin' it

No need to cover it, let it shine like the sun do

Now who reflect like us? None do

But still come through humble, even when I play with it

Convey it in a way that sounds so dope

You wanna quote and learn to say it

Underdog for life, ain't commercial enough to be the favorite

I'm trife, I bite, when you bark, so save it

He has to be a Master P imitation

'Cause he ain't "'Bout It," plus he ain't TRU

Show & A., the same two, since we first came through

**** yellin', "y'all supposed to rock and blow the spot," I said "we aim to"

"If you don't climax, we can't blame you"

Told shorty ridin' shotgun, "Ain't that true?"

It must have hit her off-guard, she wasn't ready

Mind was occupied on gettin' sweaty, we lay it heavy