Текст: Shaquille O'Neal. Best To Worst.

I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong

I was born to raise hell and cause havoc when I enter
Have the pin back hands up white flag surrender
What I'm into pulling stocks and bonds and cheddar
Guaranteeing the world you can't find nuthin' better so whatever

Bring it the front and put your money by your mouth
Find your teeth and cash coming out
I bring drama to your momma if she want it
You think I'm fronitin' a fruad, Peter tell 'em how I want it

Aiyo Shaq the world is yours but can I get a city
Gritty blocks shitty cops broads with tingo bittys
Hit 50 in the ruckus mutha is I happy
You callin' me fraud but your broad's calling me daddy

While you pumpin' dollar bottles on the floor looking funny
I'm going drop hits with Shaq kid and dirt getting money
Sunny days is made the pain it rains no more
The cash will last from now the guns hits the floor

I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong

Check it, Enrico dope like prescriptions from pharmacys
Injecting through speakers with no limit slash no mercy
The ill beat seaker
I mystify minds like I'm a preacher

When I meet ya start convulsing like a seizure
You best believe I got more tricks up my shirt sleeve
Expidisouly I get loose like hair weave
Which MC out there wanna come test me

Put footprints in your chest like Kareem did me
I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs
I change my name to Deon
'Cause I'm mutha freaking prime time

I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong

Out the alleys of the ghetto there echoes a voice sweeter
The melon a felon under the first name Peter
Looking out the hour glass what do I see
Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty

I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left
Young gifted and black but yet I'm still marked for death
My breath and oxygen is limited
They did me in with it
They took my lungs my heart they kept my brain and headed with it

I live alive to see my seed breath airs
In and exhale but please breath clean air
Runnin' 'round killin' people with sex you flex
spread in the bed ask me dread who's next

I'm sending rappers to heaven so call me uplifting
I greet ya defeat ya, take all your recognition
Be in the ignition first gear, I'm gone
Had the best to the worst confess my lyrics is strong