Flavor For The Non Believes Testo

[Havoc]Yo.. this is flavor for the non believesSit back, take a seat, and don't forget to pass the weedAnd by the way, this is all the way liveAnd the way that I survive is pumpin nickels and dimesPumpin rocks on the corner, pumpin rocks cause I wannaThe little Don Ho drug dealer ? performerAt my height, I'm described as a midgetBut it ain't about height - it's about, "Can I Kick It?"Some say I'm too little, but yo I'm too illI hit skins, light up, and then I smoke a Phil'You don't want a beef with this juvenile delinquentI'm not good, I'm livin like a hoodAnd when I kick MC's abandon shipCause my brain is the sun of a solar eclipseYo, Havoc is the man that you have to bringCause I'm flippin like pages in a Word Up magazineSweet likec andy, the poetic vigilanteSo explicit even porno flicks ban meAnd girls gel me like jheri curl activateThe forty dog drinkin money grip you're dead and stinkinBrain cells overload when I'm thinkinThis is a rap rape, and I leave a fat tasteGet off the microphone kid, stay in a child's placeI cook you up, like Uptown raw baseAnd leave you open like if you just saw ScarfaceLike I said it before, shorty scores, I get rawfor the cause, battle me, take a lossI steal shows like BelBivDevoe'sand put on my latex when I hit up the hoesYou know the flavor kid, give me my propsCause it's 1992, and all the bullshit stops..Check it, this is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesCheck it, this is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes[Prodigy]Mr. Soul, trunk jewels sippin Old GoldRoll up my nickel pack of weed, lick it up and strollProdigy, verbally tragic and I'm toxicCheck out the way check out the way the way that I drop itYou know my style, step back, cause I'm buckwildAll it takes is a mic, 40 dog, and a smileBaby Grand Puba, Little Rick the RulerAnd in my pocket is crazy fat bag of buddhaMC's can't get with Mister MisterMoney don't fake moves cause I probably hit your sisterI'm on a mission word is bondWord to God, I goes on.. the little DonSmooth and fantastic as I get drasticShake your brain mentally and psychopathicI murder with the brain of Hitler blackAnd me bein weak, even Kodak couldn't picture thatThis is flavor for theThis is flavor for the non believesFlavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes[Havoc]Niggaz don't understand first of allI rip when I rip check it, never stallFreestyle meanwhile for you and yoursI'm goin all out, check itYou thought I couldn't wish I wanna do what I didI did it so I done, kill another fuckin kidCause I don't give a motherFUCK, and you doThat's why your stupid ass got buckedOutta luck, never took the time to wishTook a bitch down then I'm out like quickNestle chocolate, munch like it's ?That was then, this is now, I'm goin for the goldThirty yard touchdown, Mr. ShortFuckin niggaz bitches just for the sportBut not without the jimmy, cause bitches nowadaysknows mad jig tricks, and that I ain't withOh shit, time to move, time to move, here we gowith another fly groove, cause I'm so smoothNever like to brag, but I, do it stillSip on a 40, smoke on the Phil'So next time kid you wanna beef just chillbefore I break your ass up to bitsHow many licks would it takeCheck it out one two three bitch-ass nigga licksThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believesThis is flavor for the non believes