to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my tremendous
start to rap I'm a vocalist, nigga, I'm supposed to rip Last poet's told me this, hit ya in ya head wit my explosive fist Then I finish ya off with my
chamber, you fuckin' with the Star Spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with
it aint nothing but a relay it ain't nothing you can tell us bout to roll up kush sticky like elmer's this ain't no how i act like summa going head up with
with me, die with me, thug with me Bust off they hammers, still sell they drugs with me My niggaz is real they all'll see the judge with me Nobody in rap
this shit down It's goin down baby, Funk Flex We about to black out to fuckin Brooklyn, with my nigga Mister Cee cause you know how the fuck I get down
peace Tupac The shadow of kings I shakin' the box Come to my mansion You want to fuck nigga Pay attention to what I'm talking I don't mind breakin' into your head
how I?m fadin? you vocally Your mouth?s not openin?, man, you just not knowin?, damn These niggas got me fucked up, aw, what up, Abstract Rude? Rap dude
T a cool operator Operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die Too late baby bwai bai in a body boy head, head Head insane in the
-C-T a cool operator operating correctly but back in the day I knew rap would never die too late baby bwai bai in a body boy head head head insane in
in Da Ass You're fuckin' wit' the best motherfucker I'll stick your fuckin' head up ju' fuckin ass Then I'll molest your fuckin' kids, fuck you Yo, yo
you walk on tap the phones that you talk on jam you up and take your arms off hit you twice with that sawed off and your nigga watch your head fall off
't fuck with them mixtape niggaz A lot of them New York DJ's are jealous I don't give a FUCK about Funkmaster Flex He don't give a FUCK about me They
Be a co-signer I'm in your ass man, close like your Starter jacket liner Dr. J sharper, plug your asshole up with a tub stopper Your wife's a New York
words Move with your silk suits, I stomp your mics with combat boots Make up your rap that's feeble, small you think it's major I pull your rectum out, erase your
cash in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my money I'll only tell you once Tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me
want the block back You niggas had your run, we'll stop that, you better watch this cat I done came up, and fuck bringin' your name up It's beef I'ma
a killer with the mic Before I get buck with the gun 1-9-7-2 was the birth Tell a nigga was the worst You can't fuck with the one Nigga take ya foot out
