Most of these rap n***as be fakin, i'm talkin the throng chases
I diss em on any basis, throw patrons and steal my faces
Stay running like jamaicans, the Marleys puffing the finest cheeba
f**in the finest divas, if I have it, I'd like to meet cha
Show you how I light the streets up, k** n***as that never speak up
You my fans, sit in the stands and watch me rip these beats up
Like a legend, feel my presence like the dead ones
If I die, my only wish is my face on some Air-1s
My soles curled, my baby mamas they drive sixes
As for my b**hes, theres other rappers out there that's trickin
My only mission was to sell a couple records
Buy a bentley and drive reckless, a big medallion on my necklace
I seen Daddy Kane and Rakim do it, so much respect kid
Hip Hop is dead because you new n***as dont get the message
I used to call names out, you n***as dont deserve it
So lame out, die from these bullets outta Game's mouth
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My flow polished, I studied the legends
Hip Hop scholar kick knowledge
Get dollars, you got some work then holla
Im on the block pitchin
Most of us got riches, not trippin
Work hydrolics and f** the hot b**hes
Youngins dont stop wishin
If you got a block then flip it
Just because i'm blood dont mean my n***as should stop crippin
We from the ghetto
We came up without a pot to piss in
We gettin money stayin blunted
Cuz the clock is tickin
You got a rock then pitch it
You got a Glock then lift it
Them G-unot t-shirts make them n***as stop snitchin
Forever ballin' I'm Jim Jones
With rims on that blue aston martin, interior like my skin tone
Most of these rappers want me dead, sh** I been gone
Too cla**ic, move rapid, my j**ish black kid
The first 8 letters and everything that I stand for
Colder than a New York block, shut the damn door
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n***as callin me back for an encore, like i'm eminem
I disappear n***as like spinnin rims, who the f** want a war? Meet us at the corner store, call it the hot spot
Where g**ners throw hot rocks
The boys comin, so what, they pop cops
Push them hot drops
Hop out with them shirts on that say we got rocks
High school dropout stayed to air the block out
Stack paper like the old G's told us
We only chirp on Nextels
Dont talk on the Motorolas
Gotta feel that, so kick back
And scope up what im sayin
Picture me parlaying
Im flippin bricks while you eatin p**y
You chicken sh**
I f** b**hes on Natime
I chow on Nadime
Gettin head under the table
Everybody stay calm