1991
Hey
It's the trend setter
Ridin round New England
Never been better
Give you all a penned letter
This my verbal vendetta
All you n***as ballin, but you prolly get a pa** never
First Letter, last letter, ninth letter, last letter, RAP BETTER!
Y'all stressin. Prolly got ya draws bunched
I wish you s**ers all could get ya jaw punched
Gla**es of the truth?
Invite you to drink a tall one
Hard to believe they functioning while they on one
I guess I fear addiction to the lean of the lean
I'd rather burn the green with my team
M-C with no trouble man
The pen I keep
S-u-double c -- e- double - s you ven aqui
Cause my patience runnin thin, I'm waiting on the fence
And shout out to the DJ's who be making records spin
I'll give you TwentyOne just to take you through the years
It appears this is old new flavor in ya ears
You should prolly roll another one
Make it disappear
Hell yeah
I gotta have it
Hell yeah
I gotta have it
Hell yeah
I gotta have it