Mr. Smith (Original) LL COOL J

[Intro]
Y'knowhutI'msayin? (Mr. Smith)
It's definitely that old (Mr. Smith)
That old rugged G-Funk (Mr. Smith)
My man Shy Skillz put it together, ya know (Mr. Smith)
It's the bomb, y'knowhutI'msayin? (Mr. Smith)
Time out (Mr. Smith)
Word up, kid (Mr. Smith)
Check out how I said it (Mr. Smith)

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' to the top, leavin' smoke in my trail
Bitch ass gangstas put that ass on sale
And even if I'm twice as expensive as the rest
When I go for dolo, you ain't checkin' for nothin' less
My strategy is splittin' brain cavity's
It's ya majesty bringin' you a tragedy
Yeah, on the butcher block slice her like a ox
When it's time to get down, nigga I jam like a Glock
I bust through all types of red tape and sue papes
Niggas come old but thеy always wanna infiltrate
I'm cuttin' snakes through the bеlly witta icepick
And scoopin' hotties, a strong aisle of flip trips
It's the rebirth of murkin' niggas once again
I drain the ink and put your blood in my pen
I'm breakin' ribs 'til somethin' gives
A nigga got to live and Mr. Smith is power god, kid