cyphers on blocks, I bring box to connect with knots So I can grow dreadlocks Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock
til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. (Ali) Peace, to my cousin Trife, up next
invented I drop a line Rock a rhyme Shock ya mind Cock a nine Stop ya time Rob ya blind... Rhyme 'til the block is mine You can't hit Crooked I; you
a "Thriller" way before Michael Jackson teamed up with Vincent Price You mad and you ready to fight? I'm buffin your face on sides til you resemeble a knife You
boy like I'm Figi Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you niggas sick of me No matter what the fuck you faggotts do You can't get rid of me. [Ali]
get props, you give head, I get pussy hole... I got more jim hats than there's hats in five five soul You hackle me, you funny You need to be in Def Comedy
invented I drop a line Rock a rhyme Shock ya mind Cock a nine Stop ya time Rob ya blind... Rhyme 'til the block is mine You can't hit Crooked I; you sound
to the top!) I always hit homers when up to bat Don't believe that? Go ahead nigga and check the stats Oddly enough, I ain't even playin' with all you
