Uh Huh

(album: Tical 0: The Prequel - 2004)

"Bus driver, this here gal refused to give me her seat!"

Everybody... huh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, now, uh, yeah, yo

What up my people equal?, this be Tical: The Prequel
Shine up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal
I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's
I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs
While y'all was just rapping, who get the set crackin'?
Just like a neck snapping, let's get this next platinum
What's happ'n Def Jam? Remember Meth Man?
I held your hand through them years when y'all was stressed, fam
That's why I still love you and Russell still hustle
Let's get to pumping iron, and flex some real muscle
Up in this bitch due, my click is Rick Rude
And I ain't got the ivory, this ain't the flick, dude
Somebody told me, y'all can't hold me
Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don't know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too nosey

Meth is killing, M.C. killing
What more can I say, stop grilling
That's what niggas get for acting Hollywood
And since y'all understood... would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

OK, the love issue, don't let that love get you
My brothers love pistol, doing they thug dizzle
Bet y'all ain't know, did you? That I'm a pro, did you?
Until the flow hit you, fuck it, I'm official
Bone wit more gristle, thrown from chrome nickel
Place that don't tickle, can't wait to zone wit you
I'm hard as stone chisel, Meth got his own little
Formula to go triple for shizzle
Y'all know my occupation, I'm putting in the work
So any imitation, I'm putting in the dirt
That shit is aggravating, why y'all procrastinating
I got some massive waiting, and she probably masturbating
Welcome to New Yitty, where half is two fifty
If I got a problem, then that's one problem too many
So don't tempt me, I'll bust until I'm empty
Swiftly, that way, I get the chance to take you with me, motherfucker!

Meth is killing, M.C. killing
What more can I say, stop grilling
That's what niggas get for acting Hollywood
And since y'all understood... would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey

Yo, I got style, H rap round, back up and back down
Act up, we back clown, last up to bat now
It's me Ticallion, swing like Barry Bonds
Mommy got a ratty thong, happy cuz daddy gone
Turn it up it a little bit, a notch, and it'll get
Cook it once the griddle gets so hot, good looking kid
OK, now where was I? Prepared, was I
Your man broke his jaw trying to say what I
Say on this mic, not a day in your life, could ya
Say I ain't nice, could ya? If I ain't nice, would ya?
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come her, she stunting
Can hear me "cummin'" like my dick's in her ear or something
I put that on my momma, she put that on her kids
He put that chrome on your dome and blowed ya fucking wig
That's how it is, ask Bobby Dig'
We back on your block, with 'nuff shots to give, motherfucker!

Meth is killing, M.C. killing
What more can I say, stop grilling
That's what niggas get for acting Hollywood
And since y'all understood... would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
Meth is killing, M.C. killing
What more can I say, stop grilling
That's what niggas get for acting Hollywood
And since y'all understood... would you?
Would you? Would you? Would you?
Uh huh, that dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey
That dollar day, that dollar dollar day, ey