Hawk come out Let me show you what New York's about Let me show you what Brooklyn's about Let me show you why this hook's in ya mouth Keep fuckin', I'
and all that other fat shit like that, ha-ha chorus: [Big Gipp] Alot of people in my past tried to do me, screw me Throw me over in the fire, let me
depend on the rap game, I depend on my brain Ya stereotype me; I knock you out like prince Naseem Rapverse3 (Lenny) Ya lo sabes...... Estan fuera de quicio
ya trap, get clapped and fall Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors Don't confuse music with us choosin Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise Channel Two anchors won't cover
up playin' myself this way I can raise a baby, get paid and captivate So why I let you make me crazy When we're lyin' here I'm in deep I disappear You got me
? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know. Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke. And I'm thanking my refer chief for making me
Set it off then nigga, set it off) Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors, look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma shoulda cuffed me
the court - and corners hold the trial Fatal not fictitious I rock the cable 86 shit, foreign cars young with crazy bitches Mad smoke makes me able to
be your cover Don't have to worry 'Cause I'm here Hold on, I'm comin' Hold on, I'm comin' Reach out to me For satisfaction Call my name For quick reaction
, I am quick to bury Those who try to know me before they meet me You can't grow on me, so don't greet me I'm sick of the prentendin and all the make-
and perty Your material-listic, journey That bullshit, don't concern me Ah, here you go, talking big shit You ain't think, I could flip it like this quick
me, I had an epiphany, I need some ghetto lovin so I get what their diggin me, they sniffin and kissin me, "wanna split with me? all in favor say yes
up Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent Because of my relationship with Marshall Used to make me
me In the flatbed in the back of an F-150 I see three and the six, me and the Clipse Squeeze off, pop the guns, you seein' the tips Ride wit me, nigga
thong Just made 21 she got it goin on Slow it down ma You a freak huh Slow it down ma You a freak huh She gave me the phone number Told me to come over
got the whole world waitin on me! I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time I got the whole world waitin on me! If you ready to ride, c
hundred years in Hell, Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five to life in the cell, Got'cha boy on the run and if they catch me it's over, Rollin' in a
My soul lifts, closed eyes, lookin' down at the scenery Thinkin' "Oh no that can't be me with intestines layin' in the street" Send the sheet, cover me up, stuff me