My Crew deep in the streets, we hold metal
we'll leave your body lying in more red than rose peddles
and I mac-a-roni, I love when a hoe cook greens
we got more white in the hood than note book springs
I'm ballin off court with more techs then a scrub
so I don't allow coat checks in the club
me and your hoe sex in the tub
cause I stay fresh, I'm tight like laytex
just keep me in your tape deck cause I'm a stay blessed
with the mic I'm ludacris cause I hustle flow
with a beautiful mind like russel crow, I'm never movin butter
I'm nice every thing I say make Rubbin Stutter
yall less then a secondary rapper
I rep Chi-Town like the Legendary Traxter
So I'm gone leave your camp fired
before I put more holes in your body then a vampire
you say you iller then me you's a dam liar