That's the Nigga (a.k.a. That's the Rapper)

Microphone check (what), check one Microphone check (what), check two Microphone check (what), check three Microphone check (huh), check four What chall niggas wanna do, how yall wanna do it? Huh, check one Kick this shit raw Ghetto fabulous (5X) That's the rapper (8X) Turn your hands towards your ass and say bye bye From the southside, southside, puff, ya ya ya Nothin but the fiya ya Eardrums snatchin champion cheap rhyme busters till the day I die I say I lie Bitch I'll be fuckin on your grave singin ay la ba I'm throwed off, I'm two scoops for coo coo I cruise through your froot loops, poo poo in your fubu Yall niggas remember what happened to that mosquito Tweety tweety MC, sweetie I'll read ya meter Stop your water turn off your gas cut off your lights Move you out, cut your grass, watch your kids, fuck your wife Like a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I'm good Mm hmm, like syrup on the biscuit and orange juice puddin' Come and take me by the hand and walk ya I'm the thief in the night that slide your drawers off ya Watch where ya steppin I'm a verbal weapon Bring more pain then when John Wayne came on old westerns What is the actual fuckin meaning I come in this bitch, without leavin this bitch that think we leaning It's been like that since way back I used to rock a track before I rocked ADAT Concepts going stay fat, concerts goin stay packed Ownership's goin stay black, nigga this is payback I scraped and scruffed and crawled until I'm established Now I'm country club livin from the scribble scrabble in tavern Proper proper droppin somethin decent Yall niggas is as fucked up as Santa Clause for Easter I'm a keep comin as long as KLC keep drummin And the only way to stop me is call the people for me Fuck them people, I'll fuck over you if I have to That's the nigga, that's that bastard That's the rapper (15X) Ghetto fabulous That's the nigga (8X) Who that say they can't sale boy? They the 3rd ward huh, the 12th ward for all y'all My dogs, my boys and my hogs Gutiers on these boys and get down and go off All sides get high when they ride to my words They mine and they high when I'm live in concert Stop what your thinking This ain't no showoff of my business I don't need nine or ten pack of rappers with me I'm independent, make frontin, stuntin suckers lose thier stomach They lose their clout, their cool And after I come in the cut they lose thier woman Hello ghetto fabulous and big mansions And fine fabrics Like a man much money comes automatic You don't wanna battle with a hardcore rhyme fanatic Full speed ahead vocabulary acrobatic That's him, that's that rapper That's the man, that's the rapper That's ghetto fabulous That's the rapper (5X)