Fiend '98

("I was a fiend")

("I was a fiend")

("I was a fiend")

("I was a fiend")

("I was a fiend")

Yo Kenny tell Clark I need another hit

Yeah Brick City wha-wha-wha-wha to Beverly Hills

Yeah, yeah the world is mine T.W.IsM.

Clockworld yeah Sonja Blade once again

Another hit Sauce Money uh-huh yeah

Peter Gunz check it yeah T.W.IsM. fam

Check it

Aiyyo heaven put on a lock of a life of a seven-footer

Never catch me in the back runnin wit dem

Like my chicks stickin gorgeous a stun in a slim

Rap style like black cobra comin in a gym

I consider y'all whack its Shaq that did it all

Everybody gotta go soon as I hit the mall

Takin my time when I shop could ya meet

Waiting inline every state I escape with a dime (word up)

Hatin to find out no data is so greater

Been purping the goal from LSU to Omega

Gotta respect that funky beats don't even sweat that

Clark got that with a hot track forever see

Which is me you'll probably never be

Besides I'm too mental like Celebrity

Plus you just begin a stack when it's whack

Shaq blow the whistle cause you bugging like Men in Black, what

("On the microphone, fiend")

I'm the hottest thing spitting y'all...

Shaq D also better known as stack neat

Paper, cats can't understand my caper

Getting dough is like Nas right hand

Checking nature might resent me

Cause cash rule the chips represent me

See me breeze in a cream Bentley

Fronting in the sun that's two-seated

Believe it pull up to the light and now you looking defeated

Girl grilling my ice got you heated (yeah)

Yep beef with the nitty I never needed (wha-wha)

What fags are true I know what Mack's might do

I'm quite familiar with cats like you

Provoke to get me give me a good reason to smoke me

Try to break me but never wrote me

Take my bacon, number 1 I know you hate my reign

Guess what, can't stop the cake I'm making, T.W.IsM.

("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")

("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")

("I was a fiend the fiend on the microphone")

Uh-huh, hahahaha, yeah

One time T.W.IsM.

The world belongs to ME

I'm the official all star twice as hot as y'all are

Never catch me putting chrome on a small car

I'll buy four more that imagination could dream

Never drink coffee without tasting the cream

Like fill in the golf course Shaq making the green

Another way you'll be fronting playa hating my team

But you feel, still Shaquille O'Neal, real

Since I stacked the deck thick now here's the deal

I pound hard to the ground and make you canopy seen boo

Can't believe the dimes I'm romantically laid too

I think you should relax and keep your heart

Wanna hit better try and get a beat from Clark

Wanna ball grab your jersey and act like you know me

Hit the forum and watch me catch the ooo from Kobe

For y'all punk squad I duck hard

After we fast brake I hit ya chicken make mad cake

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")

("I was a fiend, fiend of a microphone")