my scrap plate yeeea yeeee (Kerry) Im gonna smoke some fuckin blunts, pop the fuckin trunk the neon lights gonna come, comin down the 'vard actin hard, not fraud
or the graveyard Ro, because I'm a killa And so many people, wanna see a nigga fall Want me at the table, if they don't want me to eat it all And
no wheels to go get it MJ fuckin', G droppin' these bars with no regards For snitches and fake broads You ain't hard from steroids, nigga, you big fraud
what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (
you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got
inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is lifting They drawers on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga, resemble, Keenen Ivory Wayans Stay in your place, dirt bomb rappers get shadowboxed For
watchin' the news, Arabs against Jews They bombin' the schools, political fools Liberal move, is all confused, gun users Instead of peace talk, fuck this world I ride for
to know their limitations Exact replication and false representation You wanna be a man, then stand your own To MC requires skills, I demand some shown I let the frauds
like, We ain't got no time for that Questlove said, "We ain't got no time for that" My old bird like, "We ain't got no time for that" So I rhyme when
, you say I run my city you are motherfucking liar I'm a boss, I'm a boss, you're a fraud, you're a fraud You cross the line I get you murdered for a
Find your teeth and cash coming out I bring drama to your momma if she want it You think I'm fronitin' a fruad, Peter tell 'em how I want it Aiyo Shaq
Nigga it's dark, it's hard for me to fuckin' see I guess the hash and Hennessey got the best of me I got the urge for a snake related killin' spree Larceny
other people's I write and produce myself just as fast Keep my hair like this, got no time for Jheri curls Attractin' only women, got no time for little
Jay Jay We don't, we don't, we don't stop Don't, don't, don't, don't stop Jay, one two three Hollis Crew Crew Crew For, for, for, for the love now Cool
Y'all don't think I see them purses y'all clutchin?? See, I'm a blackboy Scared when you see me, frauds disappear like a genie Little whiteboys want to be me But you don't want
' back To a nigga that will fight for you at the drop of a hat I tried to tell 'em, let me do this here They talkin' like they don't want Nina gettin
ya nothing that you wanted Women, I never player hated I hooked You up booked you up from the beginning the sin in me had Love for you shed blood for you when you wanted
the tea must be steamed up because we kixin' it. we got the liquor in the door we mixin' it. we lettin everybody know we hate fakes, frauds, false, foes. we dont want