Turn around and laugh, never ask Nobody to grip stay in your place, lookin' boy Facin' me boy? Ya' rap style is replaceable I always win the race, lookin' boy
J., Rest in peace to Johnnie Cochran We ride it enough today Show up, Show ‘nough, we define the definition Of the words “Be Free”, these suckas tellin’ us to fuckin lock and Load all them thangs, even though I fought with the works I’m cursed with all the blame, homie all the blame I be gettin Make me wanna go just shit on you lames, ain’t toilet trained You maggots all the same, ‘till i cock and pop that thang Straight aimin’, ain’t hittin' you off of mistaken AK lookin' boy, home boy done came around the same town ? Put a stamp on it, when a dope fiend die from it Everybody say he got the best of the boy Shoot like an AK, that boy don’t play, remix ery'day lookin boy Don’t get it fucked up, facts with the facts Witcha' favorite flow from the cradle to the grave, lookin' boy You playin', lookin boy? Pray lookin' boy I’m from Brooklyn, around the way, lookin' boy I'mma merc you.
I'm beginning to feel like a black God (Black God) God cipher divine is what it stands for (Stands For) Now who think their bars are equal to match ours? (Match Ours) I'm so underrated I am the Black God (Black God) Everybody want to be in a precinct They snitching, its sad to see they way raps are Come move with the movement, drop jewels and remove the confusion Everybody wanna use an illusion, spit a verse from the bad boy, did nothing but use and abuse him (Biggie!) MC's be fakin', it's proven, I'm crussin' cos I'm shooting Jump in a vehicle and bust a nine! Who wrote the Blueprint? Me? I'm a product of Malcolm X Willie Lynch, no not him W.E.B.
#Papoose dreams and nightmares cracked
in a bigger coffin, ever since Dave Dinkins was still in office, with everybody hatin killin office (fuck that) Momma should of had a quick abortion But as soon as they start reachin more shells Critical, pull a fourfifth pull a forfeit this ziggity >?< You don't really wanna slip into it cuz Pap is a tragedy That's backwards strap in the back of the Cadillac Black click clack blasting the mac naturally Pap bang mines I present this critical rap attached what? While I'm mastering that, it's really fatal, I rock your motherfuckin cradle And go take a nap with a bunch of maggots And you'll have to relax but in real life it was high cronic I was puffing bag after bag that's a fact How could he not go all I shoot is teflons 40 calibers gats Rappers a bragging enough I'm serious, but he's actually trash He crabbed to me i cracked his crash Feel the rap for your majesty I create so rapidly fast I'm beginning to feel like a black God (black God) God cipher divine is what it stands for (Stands For) Now who think their bars are equal to match ours? (Match Ours) I think you're way overrated, your shit ain't that hard (That Hard) But for me to run up with them shooters would be a bad scene I'm from the back blocks where they clap rockets I'm the king of New York And that pap blockin Got a mac cocked, ain't no slap boxin' They had B.I.G.
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