[Hook:] Deez my streets, deez my corners Fuckin' with Max B nigga, you's a goner Bullets in yo' ass like heat from the sauna Jeeps run up on ya Beef
hear the wind I think a slug went in I'm checkin' my chest, holdin' my head Catchin' my breath, watchin' my back Smokin' this grass, beatin' my dick,
I can show ya Why is my shit so funky it stanks? Pee Wee, Shorty B, and Ant Banks You outta pocket trying to hang with my crew You might of just learned
ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my
you, how? Ha, ha, don't make me laugh The Beatnuts, you tricked me Tony Toca, El Caballo Oye For my nigga Big Pun, prendelo For my nigga J. B., prendelo For my
when I pull up and park, is when I'm makin' my mark See the fact's that I'm tryin' to strive and capitalize in Start to max-a-mimize and b-build a ent
dont even mention da flow I dont even like rap I just do it for da scraps got chrome on my lac toast on my lap cruisin through the city fox fur on my
till we die) To all dem types that fuck with me For qb and so on, the hyrdro crew Mike Heron, Jerry Familiar And my enginer, Max Zzzzz (Zzzzz zzzzz) Mo greens baby To my
up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above all you jive suckers Listen, that's word to my mother You
climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother - my mind hovers above all you jive suckers wishin, that's word to my
soul Straight from the streets of Lladelph Move your feet, ahh-hah, pimp shit It's that pimp shit, big whips with full clips Got mad chicks on my dick
I'm sedatin' my asphyxiated from beginnin' broke And the bombast weed smoke that'll make a nigga choke To my loc's way down in the Valley deep To my homies
and my game be tight I wanna holla at my little brother L, he restin' in peace My daddy Johnny, playa he restin' in peace Or my momma Gladys or my sister
a star Look at my face, look at my car Look at my waist then look at my scars Look out the window, see where we are In my Phantom, in my Rover, bangin
a team homie The rest are just fiends Get it right cuz my city is to hard My words don't mean shit without these few scars I'm serious All of my
phone rings in the house. MAX picks up the receiver.) MAX Yes? JOE Max, it's Mr. Gillis. I want you to do me a favor. MAX I'm sorry Mr. Gillis. I
, I will do Anythin' it takes to bring B-boy style back An' the thanks for you to make ya say my rhyme style's phat But I'll die before these whack MCs infect these
