One Man

[Intro: Guilty Simpson (+ Sample)] Yo Mo'fucka (One man) I don't need a big mob of mothafuckas, I'm (one man) Y'all can't fuck with us Dice game Yeah (One man) Yeah, (One man) Yo, okay [Verse 1: Guilty Simpson] This might be the last time It might be the last rhyme They might blast nines They might hit me They might get me I might have that with me I might get them with that fifty They might frisk me I might be clean I might not be Yeah that's iffy 'Cuz I might'a heard you drop Someone called the cops So that fifty I might'a had's history Might need whiskey I might need Henny I'm longer in the tooth But I'm deadly as any I'm mighty Yeah, I heard you rappers don't like me But, I bet a grand won't fight me Yeah, I might black out, pull a Mac out Clap out, Swiss cheese your lil' trap house flat out Yeah, these rappers get too much hype So I lash out and strike, with superhuman might [Hook: Guilty Simpson (+ Sample)] I'm (one man), yeah, I don't need a squad Ask around, they say "He's a problem" Just (one man) with the heart of ten Bring 'em all, I'll spark 'em in, I'm Just (one man) at a time I'm checkin' your whole squad for gettin' out of line mothafucka I'm (one man), that's me And all I need to make 'em bleed and suffer [Verse 2: Guilty Simpson] I gave Ode To The Ghetto, Stray Bullets OJ, Random Axe and The Mission Fuck that Show me where the money at All I care about is the hundred stacks Fuck that Yeah, a lot of y'all fake So stay out my face I don't trust, so I treat 'em all like snakes I don't duck and tiptoe around the place The foes buck, and turn you to a pile of steaks Why I relate, similar backgrounds You don't back down You lay that Mac down And milk cash cows My whole file's at stake I turn nothin' to a pile of papes Somethin' for you fakes Eyes full of hate With a smile on your face Claimin' that you helped the name, shut the fuck up I'm self-contained, mothafucka [Hook] [Outro: Guilty Simpson] That's that realness Dice game