You a 2 bit sucka and a 2 bit fool You got your 2 bit skills from a 2 bit school It’s funny how your only raps are rhymes about your raps When you ain’t got no raps but rhymes around your raps Why don’t you get yourself a lesson from the school of hard knocks Before you go and tell me how you’re packin a glock I heard you talk, your front gets mocked How come I never heard of you if you invented hip hop? You bring a half pint of logic to you so-called knowledge You keep tryin’ to school me like you was a college But I look past the façade, impale your image like Vlade Lyrically arrested and you know you’ll get charged Put in jail, without bail, you try to escape but to no avail Cause when you gather your crew to try to do what you do You find that even all your best homies bailed So take your whack track, set it back on the stack Of dust collectin’ CDs on a K-Mart clearance rack You played your ace, we learned your face, now know your place Cause you know you about to vanish without a trace You can’t think it, your skills a trinket, you just sing it Why don’t you stop all your singin’ and just bring it So pack it up back in your trunk, you out of luck Cause you know you’re just a 2 bit sucka You’re just a 2 bit sucka You don’t say how I got on that list of names you’re namin’ And you don’t pay the dues to gain the status you’re clamin’ But while you’re famin’, you know I’m gamin’ And when you fall on your face you know it’s me you’re blamin’ But it was the attention that grabbed you like a drug Left you bruised and beaten like a mafia thug You try to cover what’s missing like a bald man with a rug You hungover on yourself like you was hittin’ a jug You had to find a scapegoat wo why you failed Why your train of egotistic behavoir derailed So you look around to see people lookin’ at me So it must be my fault, you thought that that was the key So you went and tried to dis me on area801.com Then you realize we’re always comin’ strong You can’t help it, you ask yourself what’s wrong Cause the next day you’re singin’ songs about mowin’ your lawn So take your whack track, set it back on the stack Of dust collectin’ CDs on a K-Mart clearance rack You played your ace, we learned your face, now know your place Cause you know you about to vanish without a trace You can’t think it, your skills a trinket, you just sing it Why don’t you stop all your singin’ and just bring it So pack it up back in your trunk, you out of luck Cause you know you’re just a 2 bit sucka You’re just a 2 bit sucka

Open the door and stroll in sly From across the floor this little betty makes my eye Hesitation cause I’m a little shy But she was dressed to impress and I was lookin’ fly Then she smiled at me and kissed my cheek Now I wasn’t gonna wash it for one whole week She bolts out the door what could be wrong? That’s when I check my butt and realize my wallet is gone When a situation comes I might get capped You know I never worry cause I’m always comin’ strapped But these killas got other ways to hurt They trade their fists for some curls and their gatz for some skirts Now I used to think that I was all bad Rappin’ ‘bout BYG’s and lively trees, how suckas made me mad But I ain’t got nothin’ on these killas Flexin’ games takin names all around body bag fillas So, me and my homies we pile into my ride Capacitate some flux and no speed laws did we abide Then she pulled up beside I hit the gas to fly But first she killed 10 of my homies with a wink of her eye When a situation comes I might get capped You know I never worry cause I’m always comin’ strapped But these killas got other ways to hurt They trade their fists for curls their gatz for skirts See pops was lookin’out for me so many years ago He saw the way I liked the ladies, how the ladies peeped my flow So he sat me down upon his knee, the tender age of three He dropped the knowledge from his head to me, opened my eyes to see He said, “remember, son, back in the day, When I told you to say away from all those games that they play?” I said “yeah pops, but that would be tight, If I could find the girl that’s right to spend the rest of my life.” You see, you take the hardest homie and he still cannot compare To the fair-skinned killer with the long blonde hair And blue eyes, always contemplating demise In a tight little tanktop and a pair of Black Flys When a situation comes I might get capped You know I never worry cause I’m always comin’ strapped But these killas got other ways to hurt They trade their fists for curls their gatz for skirts

Harvey col' suitin' in his finest plaid sport coat Knockin' on the door and col' clearin' his skinny throat A bag he's totin' from his shoulder chock fulla A books He's passing folks on the street giving him strange looks Encyclopedia salesman of the month he's been for 3 years Big fat brown tie and straight sticking out ears Clip fulla bills and a tent sized brief case You try to run away but the boy's in your face He's knockin' on the door with his ten foot wide grin And in a raspy voice he says, "please may I come in?" Some people say no but the majority say yes And he goes through his sales pitch, buy now, pay less But If you say no then you'd better have a gat Cuz you just told him no and he don't wanna hear that He got a perfect sales record, and you're gonna see why If you refuse him, then you're surely gonna die Throw the bolt on the door and shut the window cuz Harvey's comin' to your house with encyclopedias One day he cruises over to a quiet sub urban street People who live there are the nicest you’ll ever meet Harvey goes up to the first house and he knocks on the door But when the sucka wouldn’t buy, yo, Harvey dropped him to the floor At the next house some old fool had just woken from a nap He tried to shut the door so Harvey had to bust a cap At the next house down the row Harvey had to empty his gun And after that he left and said I think today my work is done He comes back in the morning and col’ parks his car Straighten his bow tie and nibbles a power bar Walks to the house he left off at yesterday But the woman who lives there is waiting in the driveway She baked him some cookies and she ordered a whole set The the next guy on the block ordered all the he could get Every offer Harvey made, the people quickly took By 9 am he’d sold every last book Throw the bolt on the door and shut the window cuz Harvey's comin' to your house with encyclopedias First you see him walkin’, then you hear him knockin’, you know his gun is cockin’, And the he greets you with a smile No offers you’re rejectin’, your money he’s collectin’, the mirror he’s inspectin’, Yo Harvey’s got the mad style

You wanna start a fight Think you’ve got insight Think you’re the only one who knows what’s right When I look into your eyes I see uncrossable distance You’ve created with your wisdom. You think you know what I’m missin’. You think you’ve got it figured out you know just what I lack And where you don’t. Think everyone else is wrong And so you sing your song You were the right one all along In your mind you know you’re right and no one else has got a clue You know just how it would be if they would listen to you In your mind you’ve been strong in this position from the start And that everyone should be like you Know it all You’re just a know it all Know it all Someday your world is gonna fall You’ve got it figured out It’s what you’re all about Makes you feel big and makes others small You know that you’re the only one who sees how things should really be Think you’ve got some special wisdom and you take it out on me Your supposed wisdom makes you big you treat others like they’re small Sucka, you’re gonna fall You reward yourself Put trophies on your shelf You think that you just know it all It’s you who lacks the wisdom. Blinded by greed it’s hard to see Selfishness disillusions, you’re taking everything for free. You put this barrier between us, now I can’t even look at you; Too late to get a clue Know it all You’re just a know it all Know it all You know some day you’re gonna fall

For weeks you’ve been hearin’ about the band whose shows are so live Homies and girlies gettin’ burly suckas takin’ a dive It’s a weekend and you’re chillin’, but in walks your bro He says the Chump band is playin’ and asks if you wanna go You’ve got the fear flowin’ thru your viens, you’ve heard about the violence Suckas be dyin’ from the volume of the speakers like it’s science So you both hop into his ride and you speed up to the door You both hand the man the money and you walk into the show Inside the: Heads are bobbin, Pogos hopping Your ears are throbbin And we’re not stoppin’ Jumpsuit wearin’ Speekaz blarin’ Pant legs flarin’ Woofers tearin’ The mic is soundin’ No feet are groundin’ Heart is poundin’ The crowd astoundin’ Music thumpin’ Chump is chumpin’ The people bumpin’ Heavies jumpin’ And when you think that you can’t take it We’re gonna give you more And if you think that we’re gonna fake it Then you can use the door You know we like it loud and heavy That’s the way we play When you ask us how we do it that’s when we say We got the Bootie Rig Before you can react to it, you’re thrown into the middle of the floor In the front section you need protectin from the kids who get hardcore The place is packed so full of homies gettin’ burly the sound But then the music grabs a hold of you and you have to move around Turnin to the left and you see more people, turn to the right you see the same You gotta get workin, stop your lurkin so homies won’t think that you are lame You push your way into the center where the music’s pumpin’ loud But then you’re swept up and you’re bumpin’ now you’re movin with the crowd