P.T. 2001

Jigga don't test me
Or you'll be feeling crunchy minds don't asked me
I'll be poppin caps in demons as-prin
I Know you're drooling off my beats here's a napkin
I got the drug for the east and the west coast
I got a new kind of blunt for the holy ghost
Shekinah glory make your fused is a nice choke
I hate to tell you 'bout my ministry ain't no joke
Do you feel me yo

Shut yo mouth, Tonéx dropping that dirty south
T.Boy, 5'0 gonna make it bounce