Cause I want to be on 106 and Park pushing a benz
Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, Lewis and Halsey, co chocolate thai, vernon style and burn it down
Analyzin' miss clairol, fendi'd down mascara on, assistant manager in paragon
Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice
I'm blacked than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
1,2,3, I'm at the Chelsey Hotel, like, Sid and Nancy, with knife, and two grams of candy
I said Yo Jay, I can rap. And I spit this rap that said I'm killin' ya'll *****s on this lyrical sh*t, mayonnaise colored benz, I push miracle whips.
Everybody's somebody's everything
Don't add an eezy to my name, 'cause it has never been that'
I keep it wrapped until i meet the right one 'Cause I ain't Mumford, I ain't trying to have sons
What's the point of rap if you can't be yourself, huh?
The only difference between a winner and a loser is a winner plays until he wins
You niggas so-so like a seamstress.
T to the R-uh-O-Y, how did you and I meet? In front of Big Lou's, fighting in the street But only you saw what took many time to see I dedicate this to you for believing in me.
My life owes me. Like an overdose, I'm slowly Drifting into the arms of trouble, then trouble holds me
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide when he dies?
Wanna move out the hood and defeat that cancer I ask how she stay on her feet like dancers How she keep on adding paint to a life-size canvas.
Thinkin' of a master plan Cause ain't nothin' but sweat inside my hand.
Askin what happened to the feelin that her and me had, I pray so much about it, need some knee pads.
They can bite, but cannot be us, They can come and pick up little slang but cannot see us, You ought to be ashamed trying to fit in my adidas, So Run like DMC like you don't know you got no heater
I creep like a thief, no doubt the man's swift, I'm more magnificent than Lee Van Cleef
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway You try to flee but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!) No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
Be doin artists in like Cain did Abel, Now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table.
I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible, But when I swing my swords they all choppable, I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper, Child educator, plus head amputator.
I throw raps that attacks like the Japs at Pearl Harbor
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