Amazin’ lyrics

Intro:

Yo Biz, play that sh*t
Yeah yeah cause I told ya, ha ha ha HA!
It's going down like this!
That's some real sh*t, on some real sh*t
About to set this motherf*cker OFF
For the motherf*ckin nine-nickel REPRESENT
Yeah, collaboration
n*ggas ya know, n*ggas ain't ready for this that's word life
Yo!

Verse One:

I'm living life collosal, I'm hostile
Ghetto apostle, hip-hop that's my gospel
I'm gettin up in skins like Massengil, dat's the deal
Not the Guru, but I got Mass Appeal
Pass the pill, and I'mma shoot the rock
Like constipation put your sh*t on lock
I be the bomb and then some, you sweatin my income?
Makin more yards than Rashan Salaam
Gotta make moves in this hip-hop biz, f*ck a test
Couldn't even give me a pop quiz
So what's up son? Let us put the burner to the blunt, don't front
And we gonna run a train on this stunt
That they call hip-hop, but I won't catch blue balls
I'm goin way back, like the hairline of Lou Rawls
Even before I got my label deal
I was disconnectin n*ggas like they late for they cable bill
Now I got the number one album in the nation
On occasion... I'm sayin...
Verse Two:

Uh, check it out... check it out... check it out...

I'm not run of the mill, pimpin sh*t like Ron O'Neal
Reminiscin on can I get a deal?
Makin demos in the garage, now I'm f*ckin large
Now my entourage rocks camoflauge it's a sabotage
This jam is on some bust your head sh*t
n*ggas gettin amped and I ain't even said sh*t
I be freakin facts from here to Secaucus
b*tches stalk us, put us on like British Walkers
I'm layin in the cut like a Band-Aid
And your sh*t is still played like waves in the skin-tight fade
Like Jade, everyday of the week I freak tecniques
What's the science on the streets?
Omniscence got the funky sh*t -- for your system
Omniscence got the funky sh*t -- for your system
Omniscence got the funky sh*t -- for your system
Run up in your Earth and your Wisdom
Even though b*tches wanna skeeze me and please me and tease me
I ain't goin out like Eazy
Pack a twenty-two caliber, blowin up like the Challenger
Bangin mo heads than Metallica! What n*gga, what?

Verse Three:
It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like that y'all, one time for your mind!
Lick shots one time to your mind
If you feel what I feel let me know one time
Yeah, lick shots one time if the herb is superb
If you're high then you got what you deserve

So once again again I slam god damn yo I'm out like antenna
No beginner, get under your skin like a splinter
Punani n*gga, rock the Tommy Hil-figer
And I don't tote a Glock, to show that I'm a real n*gga
Runnin sh*t in ninety-five, you ain't gettin live
I'll be takin your sh*t, like this was New Jersey Drive
I strive, for perfection, number eight section
Selection, kickin like the tag to connection
You can bring the noise 3 Boyz is my alliance
Reggie and Ronald better known as the giants
You know the science, I'm rippin out hearts
If I was a barber then you still couldn't get no parts
Do rock it funky nasty downright
This is what a beatdown sound like!
So let me know if you f*ckIN with me
I'm the O-the-M-the-N-the-I
The-S-the-C-the-E-the-N-the-C-to the f*cking E!

Outro:
Yeah, 3 Boyz -- make noise
This is our groove
So rock rock rock on
Like that like this!
Ahh yeah, just some flava
Ninety-five, ninety-six, forever
YEAH!
And to the fake crews...
..I hope you're ready
And to all the real n*ggas...
Rock steady. And I'm out