| You Can't See Me |
| [King Tee] I run that old gangsterism on the normal The name is King Tee, I pack guns like it's formal With the utmost respect I be chillin Knockin MC's out cause I'm the best in this building I be the G-R-E-A-T, plus majestic Magical, radical, the technique is hectic I, floss upon the scene in the front and back Caddy Yeah, here goes Big Daddy, heh In my trunk I keep a whole fifth of 'gnac in there with some extra hollow points for my strap Cause I bust on fools, I shoot down fools that front The last of the few with the funk King Tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like I'm crazy You know these artificial gangsters can't fade Tee The original G, from the C-P-T I'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me |