Mr. Smith

[Verse One: Keith Murray]<br>Haaah! (wooooooo!)<br>Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D.<br>Keith Murray, Def Squad<br>Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith<br>You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)<br>Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad<br><br>Yo... I`m here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents<br>And let my balls hang like I`m on a toilet takin a shit<br>My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip<br>Fuck all that sensuous shit<br>I represent intellectual violence<br>And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments<br>Like Redman I shift with tha ruck<br>If ya if was a spliff we`d be all fucked up [Word up!]<br>No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy<br>Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [Chicago, LA, any of them]<br>I`ll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya<br>Cause youse a freak by nature<br>Can`t wait to face ya, mutilate ya<br>Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [Word up!]<br>My verbal combat`s like a mini-Mac to your back<br>As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [BLAOW!]<br>Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp [Word up!]<br>Break your concentration, murder your camp<br>For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz<br>Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis<br>Niggaz comin through and actin wild <br>Y`all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile<br>I SHOT YA!<br><br>[Verse Two: Prodigy]<br>Yo, I conversate wit many men, it`s time to begin again<br>Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?<br>Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body<br>Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me<br>But I`m stay incogni`, in places they can`t find me<br>Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D.<br>It`s sorta similar but iller than a chess player<br>I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker<br>While you wondered what we sayin on the records real<br>Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal<br>My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read<br>You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed<br>Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----<br>But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)<br>But anyway, back on the real side of things<br>My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings<br>Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)<br>Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it`s real)<br>From my life to the paper (what), very accurately<br>Give you all of my two so maybe you can three<br>Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)<br>My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea<br>How dare you ever in your life walk past me<br>Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D<br>I shot ya faggot ass<br><br>[Verse Three: Fat Joe]<br>Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews<br>Look I`m Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he`s bad news<br>Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego<br>Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico<br>I`d rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer<br>These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger<br>Than these weaklings, seekin, for respect that ain`t there<br>Knuckleheads beware, there`s mad tension in the air<br>Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties<br>While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi<br>Call the ambulance, this man`s wet<br>Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette<br>razor, which I keep hidden in my oral<br>Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel<br>These feds want me for some tax evasion<br>Now that the fact that somebody`s gettin lucci that`s not caucasian<br>Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]<br>Joey Crack, a.k.a. Keyser Soze<br><br>[Verse Four: Foxxy Brown]<br>Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks<br>To` down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things [what the deal]<br>Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin<br>Doin my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king<br>Bitches grab ya ta-ta`s, get them niggaz for they chedda<br>Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers<br>Flossin rocks like the size of Fort Knox <br>Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin like Versace locs pops [what the deal]<br>Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks<br>I`m sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested<br>Uh, Italiano got the Lucciano<br>I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop<br>Boo I`m Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me<br>to lay low, I play slow<br>Roll with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin<br>It all real nigga what tha deal