Masta Killa Follow

[Chorus 2X: Masta Killa]
What you see, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet
Ah, you ain't seen nothing, ah, you ain't seen nothing yet, I thought I
told you
[Masta Killa]
What you see is what you get
And you don't see and don't respect
You must be blind and can't detect
That I am from that BK set
Where Bible men flex big chains round necks
Wet late night sex, big dice game vets
Sweat, no threat, north, south, east, west
Weed gun men bet, then all run it down, it's all good
I thought I told you, and your mother step in the square, I bet I fold you
Rhyming on timing, I shine like I'm suppose to
Nothing come close to son, it's suppose to shine, I thought I told you
[Chorus 2X]
[Masta Killa]
Get funky like Lucy on the bass guitar
Make the ladies wanna drop they pants, lose they bra
I guess it just comes with the life of a star
Fly jets out of air force base, down in Shaw
I know you never heard it like this before
Real slick when he talk, the East New York walk
We can Iron Mic spar, ten paces then draw
Raw ?caine, straight from the grain, the royal Lion King
Keep it raw, hit the floor, heavyweight word
Break a man jaw on the floor, that's what you pay for
Sold eyes towards the broad, and like the mic strike
Thunder like the hammer of Thor, and keep it rough, sun