[Intro]
Fresh from overseas, man
Fresh outta JFK, man
And I hear all the bullshit goin' on, n***a
Ain't nobody eatin' this Summer, second quarter, third quarter, fourth quarter

[Verse]
Ay, this here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it, uh
The whip shine like it's baby oil on it
I honk the airhorn at them bitches on the street
Heyy, remember me
The one you call a creep
Now my weed so sweet, I hit it and fall asleep, wake up, roll up again, I get it and bought it cheap (Uh)
Now you showin' off jewelry you couldn't afford to keep (Haha)
And he won't show his face so I'ma hook him on the beat
I'm a animal too, I put the hammer a do
Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too

[Intro]
I'm Back
Fresh from overseas, man
Fresh outta JFK, man
And I hear all the bullshit goin' on, n***a
Ain't nobody eatin' this Summer, second quarter, third quarter, fourth quarter

[Verse]
Ay, this here is a little more than a mixtape so maybe I'll perform it, uh
The whip shine like it's baby oil on it
I honk the airhorn at them bitches on the street
Heyy, remember me
The one you call a creep
Now my weed so sweet, I hit it and fall asleep, wake up, roll up again, I get it and bought it cheap (Uh)
Now you showin' off jewelry you couldn't afford to keep (Haha)
And he won't show his face so I'ma hook him on the beat
I'm a animal too, I put the hammer a do
Make you feel like you need one so I ran with it too
In blue, now all of a sudden I'm back and my shit buzzin'
The broads the kids the bloods and the crips love him
Cousin, we got the city on smash
When I'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass
I'm the leader of the class, the heat is in the stash
I don't read up on a pass, I dictate the future (Uh)
Millennium boy, they just can't get rid of ya boy
I chuck 'em the deuce and get in the toy
These n***as better start actin' right (Yeah)
I ain't rap too tight (Yeah)
I'll leave ya head red and white like a apple bite
[?] I got a fat n***a's appetite
Pass through the traffic light (Uh), smash on the coppers like voom
The punchline kid is back, n***a
Look what my punchlines did for rap
Inspired the new jacks, that's why they sound like that (Yeah)
Wear they chain damn near to the ground like that, uh (Yeah)
The game you see now, shock me 'cause he's a punk, two n***as in one like Shock G and Humpty Hump
It's on now, you got to pop me to shut me up
Slugs missed ya, we ain't mad at cha, lucky duck
We can go hoe for hoe or cut for cut (Yeah)
It won't be the first time y'all better toughen up
Radio is all messed up, now what the fuck is that? (That)
Y'all gave 'em all of them spins and got nothin' back
Save yourself the studio time and pump a pack (Yeah)
Or punch a card, you scream help once you starv
I go upside ya head, you'll see a bunch of stars (Yeah)
And yellow moons, I'm ballin' with a plush garage (Yeah)
I'm Hugh Hefner all over when it come to broads (Uh-huh)
Even the ones that can't fit in hump the cars (Yeah)
[Outro]
Haha
I'm back
I can't wait to see you n***as in the street
I can't wait to see you n***as go to sleep
I can't wait to see you n***as six feet
Underground, fuckin' with me now