[Intro]
That's some gangsta sh**
Check the original, y'all n***as digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
[Verse 1]
Motherf**ers love me
Young a** n***as they wanna thug for me
Wish I was they Godfather, sell d** for me
But all they can do is tap [?] for me
Look homie, you can be my crony
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir
When I'm in this pool, bet I might catch on fire
Ass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Hand full of a**, why should I retire
The sh** I spit might inspire a messiah
To throw these lies in a lake full of fire
Ain't nothing flier than my f**in' rims and my tires
And a word to the wise, you better f**in' recognize
That I been on the block since b**hes did the wop
Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, n***a
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
P.E, DMC, n***a know your history
If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a b**h to me
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Ask the young n***a that invented Eazy-E
West Coast b**h, yeah that's all me
With Too Short and the D-R-E
We made it too hard, check our family tree
See you try to make a snapple out of all them bad apples
n***a enough
Leave you baffled then, careful then
Running through your house like it's a motherf**in' raffle
I'm a a**hole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for
If I had to leave your house walked into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
It's all for my n***a Big Hurt, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get tore out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
[Chorus]
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
[Verse 2]
So what you from the gutter
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Motherf**er always claim to be the hardest
But these motherf**ers never claim to be the smartest
I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis
You silly rabbit n***a, here come the tortoise
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
And that's how you get it, 20 years in a row
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Bet 10 that you a** ain't got no soul
Grab that cold a** white men steel
Cap peels, run like an oil spill
Big drills, found him in the landfill
You got 30 years but you my man still
f** them tears, Tony Montana
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
This ain't the banana n***a, this is Alabama
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, n***a
[Chorus]
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There's a lot of you's, there's only one me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
Original, original, I'm the prototype
Original, original, he the copy right
[Outro]
Gangsta sh**!