First wave before Tha Scoonami called Who I Am produced by Kong Boy.
Lyrics below as usual so WATCH OUT for the next one, I'm gone, Bwoiii
Who I Am
S-C-dub O-Py Uh Ahh
1...2...3, 4 yeahh...
Breathe... ok! ok!
1...2...3, 4, ready?
S-C-double O-P to the Y
I, I came in the game like a beast cuz i'm wild
I, I could never be underground, love the sky
So come get at me if u ain't scared of heights
U think, rappin' means bustin' shit behind the mic
U ain't got no basis, no culture, no style
No flow, no lyric plus u sound like a child
Nigga, betta get a life the crowd boo at ya live like...
Brenda shoulda thrown u in the trashcan
What gas station pumped gas in ya gas tank?
A pride of lions, balls of an elephant
Steel with us like Heineken not made ta entertain
Can-can-can't no nig, b-b-b-be realer than this
I-I took my heart outt' my chest and put it on a disc
Scoopy straight's outta streets of Dou Na Ye
Got the whole Naples Hollin' Scoopy Bu Ma Ye
I-I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I know who I am
S-to the-C-double-O-Py that my name
No mistake me for Scooby
He-he-he the X, he the motherfuckin' problem
U say u like math, now motherfucker, solve 'em
No mistake me for Scooby
Ahh, I confess I'm no gangsta
Wow u so sick I heard ya shit I had a cancer
Scoo be the name, brah
Not Arsene Wenger
But I got gunners on the field, Alexander
Money make u hard in the front of the camera
Tummy make u soft in the front of the chamber
What ya name again, ma?
Gwenda or Brenda?
I have amnesia, what we did I don't remember
Bitches know the sun been too hot but now it blazin'
That's why er'bitch under me is tanned, naked
Ur hate can only make me do this shit betta
It could never make me suffer as i did to get this cheddar
Have the, guts to say shit to my face
And if u got a problem, boy, don't post it on Myspace
The X is
Who told u to attack me?
I'll show how to respect me
Ready or not, Here I come like Fugees
Set it off like Fox, Vivica and Little Boosie
Tec 9, Mac, 9, Rec 7, Uzi
I make ya ass float as a boat in a red 'cuzi
U been in the streets but was a victim
Givin' tips on real niggaz so they could convict 'em
What the fuck u play me fo'?
Who the fuck u take me fo'?
Dude, u must mistake me for them niggaz on the radio
They never flipped the birds, the only bird they flip
Is their middle finger when the sun shine, Little Flip
I have bars
Like a self-bar
Ask ya main broad
The last time I went hard
I chop ya body into pieces
And If I say I'll kill u it's a promise not a menace
So betta listen when I'm speakin'
Ain't no trippin' when I'm speakin'
Keep on schemin', keep on sneakin'
Boy, I'll have ya ass leakin'
Cheya... what, nigga?
Uh, u ever dream of beatin' me?
U betta wake up, apologize... hahah...