I gets banned
If I do gets banned if I don't
So sometimes I will
And sometimes I won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty
Down the back
Sit fat and relax relax
And plan my attack
Not the one to test
I posess mad finesse
My buddha was blessed
One bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady
Bouncing in jeeps
On the New York streets
Hittin urban concrete
I'm the man untestable
With the extraterrestrial flow
Fo'-fifty-fix celo pop the top off
The forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow
I'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips
Money grip and my Glock
Only spits when I react to the bullshit
So give me room to
Breathe and get up off DEEZ
And save the confessions for JEESuz
Plus I don't need
To hear no sorrow
Eff it the sun will still
Come out tomorrow
Long as I'm breathing needing
Even like Steven
Achieving gettin some cheese and
Representin lovely
Boogie Down Bronx major
With the project flavor
I made ya daze ya
My behavior is mad ill if you front
You know what I want
Fat beats for my rides
Mad clips for my nines
A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E
I'ma let you know
How I feel on the real
I pack steel it's like a jungle
Makes me wonder where my eel is
Hits the bricks skips the dog
Shit complete in my cipher
Temper like Rowdy Rowdy Piper
Hyper like a viper
I'ma strike if I got
It goin for the jugular
Stretch you like a copper
Stoppah stoppah
But you can't stop me
Just clock me just watch me
Blow up the spot G
Came a long way from
Back in the day
We did it for no pay
Just rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep wake up
Write another rhyme
Hit the park after dark
Drop the beat one time
That's when shit was real
No phonies no baloney
Just the homemade mics
And wheels of steel
Backup from the roof
Amp plugged in the street light
Everything right jam over a street fight
Back to the lab I grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero enough get
Fo' chicken wings and rice
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now I might make a million
And still son
It makes the heart pump
You know what I want
Fat beats for my rhymes
Mad clips for my nines
A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E
Be like Elmer J Fudd
With the mansion and the yacht
Brand new Glock non-stop hip-hop
Remote control boombox lampin
On my dresser
The God ain't no lesser
As the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred pound weight
Around the neck daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons
Like Philip Bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
Rhymin astronomical original
Shit is phenomenal
Heat up the ghetto
Put the pedal to the metal
Speed like Racer treat you
Like a wack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the pape
I roll a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip Heineken
In the grip shit I'm ready
Get the keys for the jeep let's bounce
Cruise avenues get some brews
And sing the blues with the
Funkmaster Flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect I move my neck
While Son gets wreck
Oh what a feeling I'm
On the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins
For some sexual healing
Erything's kosher copasctetic
Groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me I'm letting off like an uzi
But first steps a doozy
And bruise me
Now I'm choosy
Before I start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get paid true stunt
You know what I want
Fat beats for my rhymes
Mad clips for my nines
A ill posse
And my name up in lights N-I-N-E
