Mic Check

Eyes on the prize, ash turns to justice
Got a down bitch, hit a lick on the Cutlass
Yeah my last chick was a trick for the substance
And now I'm stacking brick after brick of abundance
The chain hang fully
Step to a lame, not the chain gang bully
On the mic, I'm Sully (On the mic, I'm Sully)
And you best act right, 'cause I might get gully
Click-clack pow, you better run now
Bullets hit your body and your body hits the ground
Simple mathematics, easy calculation
The only place you're safe is the cell at the station (Cell at the station)
Yes, you know I put the might on
And if you push my buttons, then I'm quick to turn the fight on
I'm ruckus, see it come true, bullets fly to cut you
Rob you off the beat and leave you screaming yelling Fuck you
Rob you off the beat and leave you screaming yelling Fuck you

Burn hot on the cuts like firewater
Wildin' in the booth just to get you niggas trying harder
Easy catch, while I pull into ya town rich
You niggas getting jelly letting secrets off in Crown Vics
I was never one to let the Ruger pop off
But stick ya fuckin' forehead in my busi' blow ya top off
I'll steal ya fuckin' knock-offs (Gimme that!)
And keep my real stones in a safe
Then proceed to use ya rocks to bust the lock off
It won't work
'Cause real diamonds don't bust
Like a nigga with no nuts, and no dick (Damn)
I second guess every word he say, 'cause at the end of the day
Everybody know you never supposed to trust no bitch (Who)
Testing is the muthafuckin' mic on
I flip the script and turn the muthafucking lights off
Testing is the muthafuckin' mic on
I flip the script and turn the muthafucking lights off