That’s. That. Shit.

[Intro]
I've been running this shit since I was a foetus
We keep running this shit, have you going to feed us

[Verse 1]
You know, look
The tempo shows we need to rap Rambo
And has all the fans saying, "Yo, this is my jam, bro"
Like shit for you and your mans to burn up the dance floor
And we're staying certified like we're sitting exams for it
Now get our your camcorders, I'm damn sure that you're mad boys
'Cause we kill tracks, known on manslaughter
And I'm throwing punchlines until my hand's sore
Think I wanna fuck so I cut it like hand sores
And leave her eggs scrambled before I ride
Like symbols from Istanbul in my sandals
Me and my damn boys running the house
Yeah, we're the hip-hop landlords, this shit that they jam for
Sensible J and Dutch on production, thank them muchly
'Cause parliament, they could've ran for it, but instead
They, they bring the heat like a fan-forced oven
Don't you love it? Probably sell your right hand for it
Just bring it and bounce like a trampoline
Got you leaning out the window of your four-door RAV4
Just pumping my mad draw
Shit's dope, man, what you mad for?
What you mad for, fucker?

[Chorus]
'Cause this that, that shit that you loving, yeah
This that, that shit that you loving, yeah
This that, that shit that you loving, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
And, and, and when you touch mikes, us guys dismissive
We rip shit like burning DVD discs and
Write beats like Seabiscuit, gotta demist this
'Cause the humidity's up when we kick shit
I ride mafia like three sixes
You'll sleep with the fishes if he wishes
Ain't no cheap tricks here, ain't no three wishes
If you wanna grind it, you'll need our permission
If you want a hand, then better tell someone who gives a fuck
'Cause we don't give two or three shits-es
I, I mean business, I leave you in stitches
I leave you in the hospital with practitioner and a prescription
For more drugs than you ever had in your system
Man, just listen 'cause this the hottest shit that you ever have heard
Word, word, word to your mother
Word to your mother

[Chorus]
'Cause this that, that shit that you loving, yeah
This that, that shit that you loving, yeah
This that, that shit that you loving, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
I've been running this shit since I was a foetus
We keep running this shit, have you going to feed us
And some of you might say that this shit has cheaters
And I'm not saying that we agree, but we don't disagree either
I keep rolling around with my crew, it's that H.O.B. shit
Sensible J and Dutch keep dropping this here heat shit
Spell it, R-E-M-I, yeah, he keeps on being sick
H.O.B