[Intro]
[Hook 1: Biggie BK]
I said
Originale 'pon de block ya know
How them all wan' talk
But them wanna rock
But them never know
How rudeboy a go
How rudeboy a go
How rudeboy a go
Now let's go [x4]
(I feel like... I feel like I'm gonna build a wall around my raps...)
Dem a no want no war ya see
Dem a want a want no war ya see
[Fourth]
Badman come through, white girl my b**h
Lookin like "Who?", we do not snitch
And you know this, true when I wrote this
I remember, I was sitting with a fat a**ed 9, September
"Give me some of that"
She said "I done hit a few, but uh, none were black"
So I had to skrt-skrt to the cul de sac
Then she got it good good, f** a humble brag
Had to hit the stu-stu, thats how we gettin' stacks
And I had to hit that (phew! phew!) to get away from rats
Still working with the pen, but not the one they keep us at
And a few of them had tried us, but none of them are black
You know !
[Trizzle]
Trizzle on the track
Young and witty tryna put my city on the map
Bobby with me with the way I'm cooking up the crack
Rapping illy it'll probably get me a plaque
Yeah, I'm spitting facts, and I do this for the youth
Tailored for the greatness, tryna make 'em follow suit
Gyal is looking cute and got a kid in high pursuit
As a rapper I got 'few admirers
Two girls tryna be first lady I got two Melanias, trump that
Young n***a, I jump back and hit a 3 like Kyrie
They ain't wait for them dumb raps
Wylin' out like rugrats with no parental advisory
I believe I've been the man since I was 3
Originale entirely, you know it
[Hook 2: Biggie BK]
Originale 'pon de block ya know
How them all wan' talk
But them wanna rock
But them originale gangstaman pon de floor
That rudeboy a talk, but them don't want war
Let's go, let's go, come on !
Rid your man, no gangsta man that wanna talk
But dem no want no war with man
Let's go
Yeah, yeah yeah [x3]
[Genre]