Stop as I drop this bomb
Blow up this place like another Vietnam
I'm heavy like a Holyfield blow to the dome
Back up son now give me room, give me room

I set it off like this, don't give it up
I'm all up in you till you just can't get enough
I'm real hard to the bone you want more
I sneak up on you like a sniper at your back door

Phat flavor for your brain you know the time
So check the wrath it's for real 'cause I'm gonna get mine
I roll up on you like Eastwood
I'm blowing up fifteens as I'm riding through your neighborhood

I spreads butter like Parkay
Real smooth with the flow and even when I parlay
Do what you feel and check the skill
I'm in your grill, peep this I got the raw deal

And in your Jeep Cherokee or Land [bad word] Rollin' through the hood I know you're gonna use a
Track like this all up in your [bad word] So pump the E.Q. and let the speakers hum

We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack

We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack

Go and check it I think it's time to wreck it
Here [bad word] again with my stuff, so let's test it
I'm cool like the ice, or Vanilla, hear my flavor
Freezin' up the mic, I hit you with somethin' you can savor

No slippin', no stonin', I am gettin' to the point
So hit the mad ism and light another joint
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The easy like stylist with a kick when I'm kicking
No tripping, I'm hitting, so get a good grip in

Get with a style I be using, and there's no dissin'
And here's a quick lesson I carry a Smith and Wesson
Listen up close and there'll be no confusion
Now you're addicted to mentally abusing

Word to the mother I'm here to tear it up
And if you can't get with it, I don't give a [bad word] [bad word] to your crew and tell them I am here
This here is for the people, yo [bad word] 

We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack

We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack

Oh yeah
Oh yeah

It's the funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your [bad word] back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your [bad word] back, before you get caps in ya
Funky rhyme killer, the dope song thriller
Get your [bad word] back, before you get caps in ya

We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack
We gets crazy like Prozac
Hype enough to start a party and illy has a heart attack