Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books
doin', big pimpin', we spendin' G's Check 'em out now, big pimpin', on B L A D's We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C and
stone Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon it's the rock C'mon that's right Life
} Yo it's like speeding down the highway with a blind fold on no hands on the wheel hopin' God will lead me my way and I know he real so my grandma say
I'm just going to rock to it just over the phone Ayo, yo put that joint on the big speakers Yo c get me some water yo, turn it up real loud I'm just gonna
Prodigy, H A V O C, M O B B, uh huh, yeah Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Know what I'm sayin'? Forty first side Niggaz know how we do, right, right I can see
Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated The drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books Social
A, B and C, the answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper Real for stacks, leaving kids no headroom like Max Try to react, but
the top But legally I gotta show love Call me A, B and C, answers D All of the above I attack the microphone like Jack Ripper real for stacks Leaving
t like the way you're looking Don't get too close I'm about to take you down to booking Beyonce' - C'mon and touch me D I know
I met her uptown on dike land, to heighten Talkin' that, how she only dealt with businessmen Niggaz baggin' joints, money off and on the books The ones
realize I'm the motherfucking boss Come on down and get your ass pinched And if you talk shit, get your ass lynched 'Cause I'm the B, the I, the T, the C
'9"] How many bars, how many tabs? A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin NYES [Eminem] F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious [Royce Da 5'9"] Smoking Henny in
beats Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever, we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest
the good Lord split ya You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon [Interlude: Bun B] The good book say, that he who is without
Couple in the spot Ghostface and C-Don, for real! [Chorus 1: Cappadonna] It's like that y'all Niggas'll crack y'all, attack y'all W.T.C. kid, we back
flame pumps lace your clothing What some talk about had little or no bearing Could the next be some real shit that's far from comparing Materialistic M.C
