I was born to brew up storms ‘n stir up shit
Kick up dust, cuss til I slur up spit
Grew up too quickly been through too much shit
Corrupt and now they pour it on like syrup, bitch
Thick in gritz, sick and twisted Mr. Buttersworth
Dre told me to milk this shit for what it‘s worth
Till the cow just tilts and tips ‘n stumbles to earth
And if I fumble the verse, keep goin‘
First take, I make mistakes, just keep it
No punches, pull no punches, that‘s weak shit
Fake shit if I ever take shit, I eat shit
Was it for him? Wouldn‘t be shit
Creep wit me , as we take a little trip down Memory Lane
Been in longer than anyone in the game
And I ain‘t gotta lie about my age
But what about Jermaine ?
Fuck Jermaine , he don‘t belong speakin‘ mine or Timbaland‘s name
And don‘t think I don‘t read your little interviews and see what your sayin‘
I‘m a giant, and I ain‘t gotta move till I‘m revoked
When I see you, I‘ma step on you and not even k