Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,

I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can

more deadly than the stroke of an axe

Choppin through ya back *swish*

Givin' bystanders heart-attacks

It's just me against the world

Nothin' to lose

It's just me against the world, baby

you better learn

From the pro

Who rock shows after shows

When it rains it pours

I hurt like the cold souls

My style polishes like nails and toes

You know, know

I got more records than the KGB

Last name ever

First name greatest

Like a sprained ankle boy I ain't nothing to play with

Started off local but thanks to all the haters

I know G4 pilots on a first name basis

You don't see just how wild the crowd is?

You don't see just how fly my style is?

I don't see why I need a stylist

When I shop so much I can speak Italian

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson

I am for real

Never meant to make your daughter cry

I apologize a trillion times

When I'm on the mic, it's like a cookie: they all crumble