Miramax leave you exposed Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga That got fucked in the ass
dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and dogs become meat All that is sacred My body lay naked
insecure than I already am Kick dirt on my accomplishments if you're ever bored Just document it well and don?t forget to hit record One hit, wonder my ass
Gold, cold as the rhymes you stole Puffin' on dime bags and I been told My words are harder than a brick, Chinese arithmetic A thick stick and my dick
after that it's a haze But I do recall my funeral, them lowering me in It was about that time, when my soul kicked back in I tried to move my fingers
represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me Ima snatch it, and whip it to the garbage can down the hall, then kick you in the ass as you
tylonols the voices yellin from down the hall Im losin it mental abusin it my car crashed when i was cruisin it Cus i dropped my mountain dews in it My
and shit on they cocky style cuz my lyrics be too quick they call me Twista Pacquiao come solo wit my k-olo when you see my logo come take my photo when
know what? FUCK THE INDUSTRY! [richter] See I dont give a fuck about no magazine covers, 'cause the fans they love us, and my band, Well their just like my
up on his ass in a Chevy Baby, nigga shoulda known that shit was heavy Domain, shouldn't a fuck up all my fuckin fetti That I gave him, spent my shit
And runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my
'? Aight, kick it Back in the days before I was Cool J I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin' Games People Play Sittin' on a garbage can, rhymin' to my
good workin with my hands My generation never understood workin for the man And, of bein broke I ain't a fan Now I stand in the same spot, as my old man My
got money in my pocket, I got money in my block I got the money in the power, I'm gone 8 AM open my eyes Yeah, kick my bitch tell her open the blinds
' up in my house, runnin' up in my house I'm about to stop and go and if you want beef, come on, we knockin' out teeth I'm about to drop my flow and if
me Got me goin' crazy lately Even my parents hate me D-Generation X(whose gonna kick your ass?) D-Generation X(whose gonna kick your ass?) D-Generation X(whose gonna kick your ass
running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes Making my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my
my building complex that's in the rumble Streets are like a jungle, can't let my cypher crumble Vivid thoughts, Devils resort to trick knowledge They kick