If i had Supreme Clientele id b ballin screamin it Aint Hard To sell,
Brenda loved a baby n Pac neva sat in that cell,
Em neva lost Kim n 8 mile woulda been starin someone else,
what if u rolled up to the drive thru and heard HI MY NAME IS,
all im sayin is My Mind is Playin Tricks On Me voices callin me Scarface,
i use to Rapalot but the industry has me runnin in place whatta Bizarre race,
Outkast b4 the Players Ball took an Elevator over Baghdad n never fell off,
my Boys are still Lost searchin for tha Ghetto Princess but Renees been gone,
my Spice is numero UNO i got The Chronic so we takin Hits From The Bong,
if u dont understand the Mathematics Mos Def u wouldnt add my song,
but if u ask me from A to Z im stickin to The Format,
for The Come Up ill soul ya usin faces for a doormat,
so lets roll a Big L n plan The Heist to live large like Biggies Life,
n hope my EP MD so i Crossover or my life will b Slim another lost Solider