sample 'Playing Your Game, Baby' by Barry White

Yeah

Original crooks

Original heads

Doin' it like this

Word up

I woke up in the mornin', hopped on the train I saw my man

He had an L in his hand, hide it from the beast

At least I catch a bus before I hit my block

I take a mega hit from the "On The Good Ship Lollipop"

Move the hop so I can put the hip in the grip

Everybody slip so I can take a trip to the dip

Dig a deeper hole microphone control with soul

Look at my hot eyes and tell me how could you be cold?

I'm comin' to you from the underground, with thunder sound

Number one question, "Yo, how can I be down?"

Well, I'll tell you bring your lighter and roll your finger

Back up on the lighter so you can see the fire singer

Go from left to right then front to back

Herbal verbal letters give the mic contact

React whenever I keep the head scopin'

Ah, don't front, you know I got cha opin

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Check my dialect from my diaphragm, my man

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Me and my crew walk the streets at night

Like, "Lookin' for the right one, baby"

If it's payday I'm at your doorstep

I never sweat swingin' the ep' nowadays 'cause my rep

Is known for the tricks that'll trade like toys

In the cypher with my boys, we be gettin' busy

Wreckin' shop, I drop the top, I make the seeds pop

From the La that I sparked last night in the dark

I be dedicated to the moon 'cause it's Black

Resurrect, come back

Tell me about the other side, jack

Now we goin' back to, "Who's Got The Props?"

When I blew up the spot last year on The Box

Thh pressure to come back with another fat single

Not too underground to make you stop when you mingle

But bust it, pay attention to the third verse

And I'ma take you to another level first, yeah

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Now you're sweatin' Evil Dee, number one DJ

First of all listen, I'm the in you know

That when you see me at a show you better prepare for the flow

Right away, I'm dimmin' the brighter day

It's never sunny, still don't nothin' move but the honey out the pay

So I enter the brother zone

I come to the front of the stage and let you know who's on the phone

Leave it alone

See it's a hip-hop thang

Not a fake drip drop fame or corny ass lame

You can fool the rest but you can't fool me

See the best school me for the simple fact

It's the G-O-D, Buck-to-the-shot

Steele to the Tek, then Ruck to the Rock

So forget the past, no more Shorty

Strictly Buckshot, I rock you one down to forty below

I gots to let her know

That I elevate at levels higher every time I felt the fire

People tried to diss when your jam got cold

Used to be the man now your band got old

I know the plan, so I keep 'em scopin'

Don't front you know I got cha opin

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

It's the original heads meetin' the original crooks

(Duck Down)

Don't front, you know I got cha opin

Check the dialect from my diaphragm, my man

Yeah, without no doubt

This is dedicated to my man

Big 5, Big Trev

Real's in the place to be

We're comin' to get you out, kid

And we out, no doub