in it well, there's somebody from the field that was ill gotta, deal on the hottest rap label around
but he wouldn't talk about coke and burrs, this is more like spoken word
can't you see i'm putting it down
well, there's somebody from the field that was ill gotta deal on the hottest rap label around
but he wouldn't talk about coke and burrs, this is more like spoken word
can't you see i'm putting it down
look, it's just the rocks bitch, the new rocks bitch
they had it lock, well i just got the new lock bitch
Look how I hit em up, I'm on some 2Pac shit We take it to a higher level, two actives
Cold, nigga, I'm vicious with the flow Don't take no crystal ball to predict it, I
will blow So quick, get on your current events
Oh, you ain't heard it, they quit No endurance, I'm sick, no insurance
You should be so embarrassed Nigga, you could've signed me
Now your lil' artist is garbage running behind me
So you wanna drop a man, y 'all litter too much Ay, get back to rap, you niggas Twitter too much
But I keep it hood, I could fit in Clu Clux I ain't bitter with you pitiful fuck niggas
Couldn't tie my tennis shoes Couldn't reach this high if you hit a few blunts
Sound like who? Aw, bitches, you nuts Please, I rap circles round these rap urkels
And if he act Hercules, then he can smack purple Relax, this is The Rock, and guess who's starting
for us? And yeah, I run my own show, nigga, Martin Lawrence
Young boy out of Philly was ill Got a deal on the hottest rap label around
The way before he put together words Them niggas was selling birds
Guess who put in the jam? This is The Rock trick, that old rock shit
I got it locked, I supply the whole block, bitch Give me the loop, listen to that old big shit
And we don't care about no vests, get your wig hit
But I see that boy vicious on the mic Flow tighter than the girdle on them bitches
on the flight Tight prints for a bright day, visions of a night
Good weed, little nigga, pretty bitches get me right
Baby, I'm a baller, I was born to march Madness, what's the clarity?
It's a little bit of flawless, y 'all carry Silly rabbits, little bastards, nigga, all of y 'all
average I beat the youngest Jackson with the glove
I'm the baddest, we get the baddest whores Dime a dozen on tour
Box them out in the paint, D -Cousin on board It's hip -hop to serve more for the strength
of what we saw Give an encore for Biggie, Small, Chicago
Big L and Pun, rest in peace to Pimp The way they pay for where I can never be content
Give it up for Undertalk, Khali on the radio And this one's dedicated to the ones appreciated
