Yeah (feat. Busta Rhymes, Redman, Erick Sermon, and Jamal)

Yo, Troy, turn me up so I can conduct the disco inferno Oklahoma aroma, uh I smell the roof on fire without Parliament Just Def Squad shit, dig it Rhymes, I bust be like liquid swords You abandon ship, real niggas stay aboard, word I'm flexin', hittin' you in the mid-section Drop for protection, cuttin' you clean like a 'C' section I puts it down in my field, I sport a vest No need for a Brooke Shield Kneel E, an African boy with charisma A lyrical giant bigger than Lane Bryant I'm Super rhymes be Twilight Zone Warp speed true indeed Don't forget, boy, I'm still hittin' switches In my Lexus truck, flaggin' down ugly bitches, word up Erick Sermon ya'll yeah, yeah Def Squad ya'll Flipmode Squad for ya'll Excitement, my lights be shinin' on niggas Hit with more enlightenment, yo The major difference is in many different instances You could not go the distances From drinkin' too much Guinesses Now look at all the witnesses, huh I told you one thing for sure When I get down son, I keep it pure Break the law from here to Arkansas Focus, I be the mostest, the dopest Rhyme flow bounce atrocious Bag of weed, my niggas smoke this, shit I be stacking in jams, while I be packin' in what's happening I'm charged with interstate rhyme and trafficking Rhyme callisthenics will make you see the the Medic Shit will break you down in order from A to Z like the alphabetics Yo, yo, just go there practice, the fact is you do not listen You go get slapped up with a cactus Ass backwards, fart on mothafuckas just like BDP I'm fresh for 9-6 you suckas Yeah, yeah, yeah, Keith Murray now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Busta Rhymes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Now if you know the words then you can surely rap along Go against the grain and surely get stomped strong My squad is too high to get over, L.O. is too low to go under I'll rain on your brain and give you visions of thunder See everybody loves Keith Murray 'cause I'm on the top But I know ain't nobody fuckin' with me if I ever drop It's all about the bread Spread taught to me by E and Red Fuck them niggas talkin' out the side of their head Different day, same shit, I heard a dope beat But if E didn't do it then you know I can't fuck with it Here's something that you all can understand Fuck you coming from the fuck you man Livin' in drama comma Trauma bubbling like lava On site bomber to all wack rhymers And if you ain't tough don't wear my logo And if you ain't fly you can't play with my yo-yo 'Cause who's pockets is fattest matters I'll serve famous Keith Murray's beef curries Scattered rappers on platters For tryin', get at us knowing we the baddest With major operation, mental observation status I used to love her then I got some common sense And now it ain't funny, the bitch better have my money, word up Lace the chronic with the bomb-bah, hash the tye Blaze 'em up one time for my partner in crime Who can I on my hip, why? 'Cause niggas trip Pull a burner, all you know is a murder occurred A curb server wanna be swerver baller Got dome call hauled to the mortician for silly ambitions I'm nice and precise, hard like rock You shook like dice and pop like glock All my shit knock the shelves, yo, yo Witness this nigga ro, trigga flow, digga ho Niggas ass out, passed out, excessively Fuckin' with this manic-depression will be the lesson of your life Spoiled rotten and plottin' and double shottin' Packin' always rapping but smacking a lot of action I am the in house smelling like contraband In demand, your mic in hand, seriously as a man run it Ay yo, watch these 5 niggas stand up in the triple pod Circle back to back, scoping all angles Why does hip-hop circumference start gettin' tangled? They drop 1 by 1 in the dark, gettin' strangled I come fresher than Summer's Eve please Squeeze your wack-ass amphetamine rhyme drug-related I'll make sure your loot and your wife and kids are confiscated The lawnmower Red do damage to circuit breakers Go ahead and hype them niggas up, let 'em go Just a blow from the invincible will show 'em I'm original Freeze, I'm like Baskin and Robbin, I'm robbing Haagen-Dazs And the whole Hit Squad target, ain't nobody fuckin' with me The potency that I blow from my mouth Will no doubt would choke Jesus Travelin' around the world with no Visas or American Express Just Jamerican excess, ha, can I impose on your cipher? Been rippin' shows since your moms was foldin' your diaper Niggas see me up top dolo daily, catch ease 600 V On the mobile trailin' back to A.T.L. To swell some more heads with that Long Island sound That be thicker than cornbreads, money Jersey tales from from the hood without Sonny And I know a lot of niggas want me That's why my blade keep me company Slice your neck, stick my arm down your throat Rip out your artichoke