Pyrex

[Verse 1] Whole lot of shots followed After I bust your snot box with a Ciroc bottle Shoot the fair one, one mano-a-mano the clown I'll pull a pound on a Ronald McDonald You a happy meal nigga, with a toy in the box I clap the steel, nigga, put your boy in a box P, and the gun that'll slap ya I'm lying, just like the rest of these dumb ass rappers Provide flesh, most of y'all niggas can't test besides Tech Most of y'all niggas can't dress, Nike Galore Right on the floor Copped twenty pair with Vinnie one time on tour Listen, love is love, clap the gat at y'all haters The CEO of your label is a basketball player That mean your shit is never coming out Sean Price, I'm forever dumbing out, pyrex [Hook] Pyrex, a microwave, and a whisk You're probably thinking I'm baking a cake when I'm working a whip You probably think it's pyrex [Verse 2] Wake up, all of that crack in the street talk It's made up like "Jack and the Beanstalk" When I talk, the streets listen When you talk, the streets dissin' I don't even like you I don't even wanna fight you So stay the fuck away For such and such from such and such, come buck and spray Don't make me abuse my power One telephone call, shoot this coward I was the bum, but the pendulum switched Now my whole team supreme, no Kenneth McGriff Y'all niggas is fiends, steamed tilapia Ving Rhames in the bing, slapping ya, animal Different beast on my fucking sweater, giranimal Half monkey, half man; the manimal P, heatmiser in disguise, surprise beat fire Spark fire out your face and break wires [Hook]