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01. Intro
02. Blah, Blah, Blah
03. Medina's in da House
04. Danger, Part 2
05. Dont Let This Rap Shit Fool You
06. Pain I Feel
07. Posse Jumpa
08. Maniac Cop
09. Good Cop/Bad Cop
10. Sendin' Dem Back
11. Long Winded
12. Jackpot
13. Danger
"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot"

Addiction demon send the metal detector screaming
Hip hop fans fiending, sometimes I wonder what's in my daddy's semen
'Cause I'm magnificent, equivalent to pulling guns out
To reach my level shorties daily smoke they lungs out
But when the smoke runs out your baritone will turn to soprano
Buzzing your channel, blowing out your candle
Like wens from Canada, pulling switches like a janitor
For the cheddar et cetera, bringing worries to my competitor
'Cause it's a cat fight, and every man wants to prevail
But give that man hell and he'll scratch you with his nails
Like a sissy, pussy kids like that I make 'em edgy
Like going out of town and trying to stick the fish in veggie
Do your knowledge, on this mic I put the mileage
Like buses, do you justice like a lawyer when he fusses
Frantic, a lady bandit, in clubs not romantic
Run 'em against the wall, fix my jewels for being slanting
Off my belly, heads are jelly but your little cartelly
Be out of business like my legal celly phone
Down to the bone is the specimen
Lyrical wrestling with the strength of what foreigners be embezzling

"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot"

Very hostile, not a prophet or an apostle
Just a young youth that knows what it takes to be colossal
And go the length, you don't have the strength to retaliate
What I make the hardest west coast rapper can't appreciate
Let me abbreviate and call the crew blah
We can go that far because we know who we really are
Nothing but skills in my body shell
Plus the Bacardi smell, I'll be well
Inner thoughts propel throughout the atmosphere
Wear and tear holding down my square
Erasing niggas shit just like an asshole engineer
In the studi, it's elements that keep me from being booty
Like most, in '96 you can't be protected by your toast
Looking gross, getting hard, took your burner apart
Got it in the club and now you want to start some shit
I take a fit like Fred Sanford, rip your last like a pamphlet
You carry burners, watch how you handle it

"Thinking of the combination to crack the jackpot"