Notorious - Mathematics, Mathematics featuring Redman, Eyes Low, Mr. Cream

Straight up weed, no angel dust

They label us «notorious»

My my they’re breathing oxygen

From so much smoke need oxygen

Hey y’all, back here to break y’all off

When I ride like Akon and Jeezy, look on the TV

I ain’t Nicholas when I face off

AR make a nigga go AWOL

Believe me, yall don’t wanna see me

I be on board like Luigi

I stay alive like a Bee Gee

3D, not gonna go hard

When I just pop from the Mohawk

Slick talk I gotta get a whole walk

She like Batman, think he a know it all

Get slapped like Nikolai Volkoff

Cuz I’m like Hugh Hefner when the robe off

Bitch I’m just younger

With the pretty cucumber

Like Biz I’mma go up

Nigga like me cock the hammer

Til my block demand a new boss I’mma stand up

I just juice like Tropicana

And give up my grandma for some rhymes like Electra

DT’s when I pop the 10

It’s cuz I’m bananas, just giving you a heads up

Boy I’m sick, I don’t need a checkup

‘Cause I’m on your mind when you air walk

My my they’re breathing oxygen

From so much smoke need oxygen

Straight up, leave no angel dust

Label us notorious

Eyes low, bossed up like the MG

Rolled looking outsides like young Z

I don’t like them broads, they can run free

Why pay for the pussy when it come free

I ain’t playin with yo pussy, wanna come see?

4−5, black inners in the Humvee

Keep these rap niggas under my wing

It’s an underground thing, shout to Pimp C and Bun B

Smoked that ever since snoop it

Since then I ain’t felt y’all using

I’m a pain in the ass, I’m a nusaince

Not poppin off til you hear my true sense

Two thoughts sittin in the new Porsche

New face, we chase at a new court

Got the hoes from the stable like Too $hort

Got the O’s on the table by the new book

Got the gran' coup sittin by the notebook

Old jams, bump for the all group

Backwood to the group when you smoke kush

And my blood Obama, it ain’t no Bush

Chew my weed like president, no trash

Back it up, move it out, better go fast

One forth QBs and a old half

Niggas know what it is but I won’t pass

Yo, I’m the king of the kush and I gets no higher

More smoke in this room than a full long fire

Niggas talkin shit but your board game tired

Next dude try the shit, get your jaw rewired

Niggas beat your bubble with they urban flows

But I’mma murder this, shoot it 'til the curtain close

I rep Brick City 'til I die

Notorious, motherfucker, like I’m B.I.G

Visions is you really wanna doubt

You can lean to the south, put yo' mouth on my tip

See it’s quite evil, you can’t see my team

Nobody quite do it like I did

Bitch, you claim of the name and I’m better than most

Still razor sharp quote to competitors' throats

Call it assault how I fuck up the beat

And ain’t any other rapper here fuckin' with me

Now check the codename is Mr. Die

See these niggas can’t touch me, gotta stay more calm

I’m a beast, I destroy any beats on my path

I mention the deceits, come and whip em in half

See they don’t know that my words don’t play

And how they put together just to murder my prey

Alright alright alright, these bitch ass niggas gon' know today