Come Widdit (Remix)

We went all around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up Ahmad well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the first batter up Ahmad well then come widdit

Well it's the Cali MC that caught Foot Lock
Cause the vibe keeps voxed in funk, makes you rock to the side
Gave it all I had, just to have what I got
Fools trying to be bad, and they mad cause they not
Gonna defeat the rapper who got three ways to sack a
Quarterback, I slaughter wack MCs with ease
These nuts, what you get and a busted lip
What you have when you come at me with buster shit
Autographs given, driven so I musta hit
Bought a Jag, chilling on the Shore just to dip
Get it right, cause I get it, night in and night out
I'm butter, covering up wack MCs like Wite-Out
Don't doubt it that they just be okay rappers: overrated
Who hate it that a nigga from the West blew up and made it
And I'd braid it if I had it but for now I keep it balded
Niggas trying to touch to me better stop before they get scalded
I'm hot, like a skillet and grits, crush you to bits
When I look over the room, and then lower the boom, and
Think that they can defeat the man that can't be beat
I do the breaststroke, clown, while you drown in three feet
Beep beep like robots on Buck Rogers plus I bust
25th century rhymes so you decline
To battle any time, had skills since I was nine
Dope lines the only weapon that I cock, I never drop
I stop clones cause biting's never condoned
From the Westside 4th Avenue crew Jones

We went all around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the second batter Ras Kass well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the second... nah forget it

My foramen magnum got 357 calibers
To bust a sucker's melon like Gallagher
Body chemistry consists of Hennessey, toxic melanin
With an adamantium skeleton like Wolverine
Child, my heart pumps kerosene
Son, I spit butane, burn any bastard you name till I die
And even when I'm maggots, I'mma still be fly
Perpetrator, you're not the one
Your name's not Anfernee Hardaway
I'm like a wolf with blood dripping down the fangs
My techniques foul enough to shoot the flagrant technical
I be coming off the head rougher then ribbed tip receptacles
Expect the exceptional syllables to be the next man's umbilical cord
Catch distortion, Ras cancels kids like abortions
Sending niggas to hip hop hell, ock
Eternal damnation through writers block
I rock over the results of Reeboks and sands
Stand I'll, forget a live band, just my mouth and hand
And even man wasn't prehensile
I'd still find a way to grip mikes, hold my tip when I piss
And pick off pubic lice
Cause see, I always been nice but first brothers slept
Now I've come back twice like Christ to resurrect the West
Check

We went all around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter up, Saafir well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
I'm the third batter Saafir well then come widdit

Some spit it, but my saliva is liver
Spit stenches drenches been intricated, flow braggarts
Act cynic thyroid thermia hypodermic
How I earn it squeezing juices, one-hundred
Percent concentrated on easing nooses around the necks
Of tricks, probably won't get this
Thick body, hottie carberuator
I'm the un-priggish well cat led bredded-well ill verse my
Will is ho gung for the fortune
Can spell hearse with the same Addams Family apple grapple hook
Crooked, flier I fly crooked
For the crew, Hobo Junction, in a few I'll plan
Father soldier and when they're older, I'll teach them of
Killings of confidence and to be omnipotent with content
Accomplishment for gladiation I'm done
With training of explaining as the crates in plan B
Plan the attack, instructs me to hit the yak
I'm here, on purpose
The Nomadic, addict, merchant

We went all around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
Well then come widdit
All around the planet, pitching, and no one hit it
Well then come widdit