Uh uh
Im bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha
What? What? What? What?
Uh Big Will uh Im bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this
Aight aight

Im bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big Will keepin it real knees in da grill
The whole set all locked down making you flock down
Where Im at they here my rap
I be that cat to set trends
Where yall at
On the corner with your friends
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for Wild Wild West came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an MC great
Is it the sales? 20 mill
Is it the cars? Bentleys
Is it the women? Jada
Is it the money? Please
Mr. Clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that dont speak English screamin my name
All you rappers yellin bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favor write one verse without a curse

Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Dont sleep Imma freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo its smooth when I freak this (yeah yeah)
Lay back Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
Peep this while I freak this (yeah yeah)
Lay on back Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)

I dont wanna see yall sittin around
Dont wanna see yall sittin around
I dont wanna see yall sittin around
Dont wanna see yall sittin around

Aight one more gain deja vu
Up the chart yo yall see the way I flew
Cant nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do (I do)
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west nobody wicked as this
I read in Rap Pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah more like Microsoft
Will Gates of the rap game
Quintessential mega maniac whats my rap name
Big Will Im the man
Not conceded Im as good as I say I am
Dang diggy dang da-dang da-dang diggy diggy
Back with the Trackmasters
The bang jiggy jiggy
Yo every time I shoot I score
So many awards I can start Grammy chess board

Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this (yeah yeah)
You know you like this when I freak this (yeah yeah)
Watch me Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo its smooth when I freak this (yeah yeah)

Uh Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Tone and Poke lace tha track
I lace the rap Jeff do the cut
Yeah what Rob do the mix tape to JL
Then Tommy Mattola put it on sell
Then come da moment of truth
Hot off the press to the DJ booth
(Ay yo here it comes yall that brand new Will Smith cut)
As soon as it drop watch the phones blow up!
BOOM then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out?
When yall gettin more
Finally get it bump the track
Then come the multi-platinum plaque
Now Im gonna leave it up to you
I bang the hits out just for you
And then my dream come true
(This years American Music Award goes to)
Huh thank you

Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Yo you know Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
Oh you like when I freak this (yeah yeah)
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Girl you know Im bout to freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo peep it while I freak this (yeah yeah)
Aint no way I gotta freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo you like how I freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo check this style when I freak this (yeah yeah)
Look at when I freak this (yeah yeah)
Yo you know Im gonna freak this (yeah yeah)
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this (yeah yeah)
What you want me to freak this? (yeah yeah)
Big Will just freak this (yeah yeah)
Ha ha