Show & Prove-K-Ci & JoJo

Show & Prove - K-Ci & JoJo Verse one: scoob Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now ni**a My man's right behind you, kane pull the trigger I don't play, I'm from the hill where sh*t is real And I'll be on your a** like bugs on a windshield So bring your grip or you can think twice Cause I got more rhymes than a five pound bag of rice I'm hitting hard, oh word, I'm gon rock it Once the sh*t drops, that's dough to the pocket I cut hand, you still can't get no cards You couldn't deal with scoob if we was playin cards But if I got beef and it's time for code red My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed So hurry up and skedaddle Even if you join a army, you still couldn't battle So where you from? england, you somebody great? You burnin scoob, "i don't think so mate" I got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke I have your friends "ah-hah man, that sh*t ain't d**e" Leave me alone when I'm rocking on the microphone And play like e.t. and phone your black a** ho-wome Yo sauce, if you're down with the groo-hoove Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse two: sauce Hey, here I come with a slick rap, tic tac toe When I flip tracks, so gimme my dick, back I flow to it and through it, if you ever need to wonder How you got d**e like sauce, money you didn't do it I write my own with bigger hope, drink of scope Wrote what I figured, nope, damn you dig a ni**a doe Rhymes too drastic, bastard, pull hookers like elastic N-b-a style, fann-tastic No time to bite, but I just might, tonight I write left-handed 'Cause i like, to grab my dick with my right Who could ever say that I don't get plenty play Win lose or draw, I'm bookin whores, anyway As I get ready I'm steady if I go crazy I'd take eddie If I was fred, I think I'd have to bone betty Suckin and luckin, hey, niggaz I'm duckin, nay Nada no never meaning ain't no motherf**kin way Rappers get gassed come on and get fast Try to get past when I blast, and you can hand over your a** One line and that's fear Rappers get so damn p**sy they gotta go for a pap smear So shyheim, if your down with the groove Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse three: shyheim Yo, yo I spark the mic like w**d that's in a cipher And I get girls open like a reggae song by tiger So check me out, as I flip this here track kid And make mad noise like a metallica record I'm psycho, a villain to the styles I be killin When I'm thrusted, and all competition gets dusted Cause I rock the world from u.s.a. to asia to russia If your sh*t stinks i'ma flush ya, then bust ya Like a crazy man from cali son My jams be packed like a farrakhan rally, what? You know my style, I put the f in effin foul The rugged child locks you down like rikers isle And got more girls than a trailerload with shabba More super than cat, I'm the punani don dada So big daddy, if you're down with the groove my man Get on the mic and won't ya show and prove Verse four: big daddy kane Now tell me whoooo is the mannnn? With the high-potent lyrics no rapper can ever stand And steppin to me, thinkin I can be touched? huh Not even michael jordan'll gamble that much, yo I get down on it and give it to rappers that even act like they want it I come for your title kid, run it! Or else get hit with the ultimate, too legit skit Ahh yeah, that's that sh*t Drop lyrics on ya, strong as ammonia That is I thrown ya, scold ya, jones ya, I tried to warn ya You was wack since I known ya, fake as a cubic zirconia What did I just show ya, real lyrics doggone ya Look inside my rap book at every text my man And see that I got, more essays than the mexican The messiah that's feared great, leavin rappers in a weird state Scared straight, for their prepared fate Strong as an elephant, intelligent, compelling and elegant So well in it with every single element And competition gets none! huh If I was wearing pantyhose you still couldn't give me no run I see the way you're trying to get to me, But with with speech impedi-ment, man you gotta come better g You're hitting all the wrong switches troop begin again Mumble mouth rappers couldn't last a minute with The non-resistable, non-competible No-no-i'm-not-sayin-i'm-the-best, I'm just sayin I'm f**kin incredible! And let's just make one more thing understood That if I fart on a record, trust me ni**a it'll sound good So jay-z, if you're down with the groove, my mellow Get on the mic it's time to show and prove Verse five: jay-z Uh, one checkin it two, checkin it three Check out the j, check out the a, check out the y, check out the z Hey g! I'm breaking mc's up like epmd And these nuts if you rappers tryin ta see me I'm buckwild with styles, ta-dow I've been in it runnin a hundred miles I'm well endowed, baby gal Uhh, the greatest ni**a to touch it, you niggaz can't f**k with The, incredible skills of the g from brooklyn, big up kid And ain't no eatin me up, you fast f**kin with jigga I'm like prince jeans, I bring the a** out a ni**a When I rock it it's in the pocket, baby mop it don't knock it Till you try it, once you start, you can't stop it I'm the cocky breed, I'm d**e like poppy seed I live one rent from besides that be Between get off my dick and stop jockin me When I bust a rhyme you're diggin the sound I know you lovin the way it's, goin down baby So ason huh, if you're down with the groove, why don't ya Get on the mic and show and prove Verse six: ol dirty bastard Come on Wu-tang killa bees on a swarm Rain on your college a**, disco dorm Slippery when wet and don't you ever forget You couldn't get a flick, of the hype outfit Because the way that I dress this style mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream "ow!" Whether at a party or just in bed All thoughts on ason, keep that in your head Yuh, my beats are funky and my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I'll be like "well God damn what's the recipe? " I don't know, I ask my momma she don't know She says "go ask your God damned father!" It's all about me in the place to be Niggas thing they all that, yo, that sh*t is g Mad game and it's a motherf**king shame How many enemies wanna claim the name Of ason, who carries on like a manager Yo!, sounds fly right? danger!!!