1,2,3

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
And then they say
Hallways

As easy as 1, 2, 3
Boy sand comin around with no heat
Your girl head turning around like who he
Street dont want him around he too deep
The deep don't want him around he too street
I act unruly and ruin the routine
I'll lace you up really and truly its my treat
When i get back there's no one that's sitting in my seat
I laugh so hard i swear i'll start splitting in my seams
For frontin i get followed by women of my dreams
You won't find even zeus or apollo to find me
I'll point this on point like the top of a palm tree
I end up be the operate when i be in the panty
Hopping out I leave crater I came in to compete
Back when spinner the creator my sunday is complete
Double trouble i'mma pummel like yo homie you can't see
Even while as i be bombing my timing is on beat
Publications with negations is never upon me
It is more than entertainment when saying that god speaks
So regardless of conditions I'm wishing you godspeed
Nevertheless I put the awol for people who got beef
This is not about the payroll my people i got peace
I be running with the label for people who got dreams
But i bringing to the table rediculous irie
I'm a legend not a fable thats putting it mildly
And they pinging but they never stop calling me big cheese
And i'm hunked up but you won't come accross any big cheese
I ain't worried about no problems i solve them like mysteries
Everything that ya'll debating is made up like history
I come out before my set i don't ruin my mystique
I was never squeaky clean ever since i was a pip squeak
Writing has always been for me, been spitting since 16
I been known for getting ones on 176th street
Damn i said street before!