if you trip, then you're through Cause... [Chorus x2: Mr. Lil One] I'm sick I'm so sick, exciting... I'm so exciting to you [Mr. Lil One] I've been
shit Gangsta shit, fin to put you hoes in your place [Lil Boss Hogg] A pair of fresh pressed Khakis, and Chucks will do me fine I provide promethazyne, so
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it
Who's starving more for an NBA World Championship More than Kobe Bryant? There is no one This guy is Hollywood What separates Kobe from the pack? More than Kobe Bryant, there is no one [Lil
like auctions Cause I pack shows sells ticks like bouston Pat ya baq hoe why da fuck dey caughin Oh I had em sick bettah get dat coffin I say coffin you can say caskett There so
goin drop Old school, big shoes, nigga, no socks We keep tools, see fools, bullets will flock [Big Gipp] They call me Mr. Ravioli, Mr. Scrotum, Mr. Poke Em with the Noodle Mr
for mister, Mister Go Illa East side Godzilla No one illa Girl put 'em in three, just like Reg Miller Hennessy and Hypno, call that Ferrigno Call me Mr
of your boys wear turbans And Cha Cha's a toss up nigga, keep on perpin I wanna see that lil nigga Tre one up I fight him with one arm, tell Peter put
(Chorus) One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say One two, one two, and I say (Verse 1) Sick wit' it, six
Pink Friday to Friday the 13th Aight you Lil Kim clone clown all this buffoonery, the shit stops now time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud I
came in the office and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes give up the ghost Krayzie's Picasso, lil' Layzie like Caesar, Stack's like lil
Age ain't shit, I done got a lil' older Me or you man, baby girl take a pick, which one? She's so classy, she's so jazzy Lil' momma blow like a rail
droppin stacks at galleria. Hollin at these mama mia's (yeah) Im so Inkredible, switchin' up on ya kids, you better buy a vowel. I make you sweat so
me down) Mr. Wipe Down, here (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) Here with Foxx-a-million (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) (?Cause I?m on, wipe me down) This one
it Seems the the media immediately Points a finger at me so I point one back at 'em But not the index or pinky Or the ring or the thumb, it's the one
up spit Grew up - too quick went through too much do too much shit Corrupt, and I'm a pour it on like syrup bitch Thick and rich, sick and twisted, Mr
