Feel this, this in the house Brooklyn's in the
S-T, teacher, read you like a preacher Seat you down, you pay close attention to my ether My illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake Lovin' to hate but we elevate
Massagin' the brain, the wisdom contained Through the of my circumference and how to maintain Some nights I walk with the understanding, build Like Charles Bronson, vigilante ready to ya
Ignite the marijuana, a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, smokin' in the Cabana Or in the sauna, after doing my Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, the sexist
my blessings, remembering my lessons Take my dog's When he told me my smith and Wesson For protection, the is watching and they testin' They know when you're frontin' and you're representin'
not where you be or how you be Or who you be or you got sounds, grounds is hot We comin' through, we tidal waves in rap shit Now how you be, now who you be and you be?
You get with the brothers, that's the illest The have sex with my lyrics Hit off, first move is doggy style No premature ejaculation, for a while
and turnin' and splittin' it, all type positions Grabbin' and tuggin' and yokin' it, all of missions Crazy, nah, I'm not that type of My verses, when they out in the streets, they carry
I heard you're drippin', rap style got gonorrhea Exploitations of nations, at this, it's here, yo Seven around the clock ass all in the videos I know you like it, I do too, the cheese, yo
But this is hip hop, it, go make a porno Not player hatin', on the mic I'm player Nobody it, whole eons change to Zeniths I styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual
Thoughts transverse to physical, I it spiritual I got the motts, you bust the dutch, I got the I just sit on tracks and let it flow
Feel this, feel Brooklyn's in the in the house
I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna with me? Constantly, constantly, rollin' a phonta leaf You it's beef when you gettin' stomped losin' teeth Because you sweet and got no claims to the street
You'se the type to get shot and go explain to the Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get But I thought you had that big glock that you bust a lot Then why my sittin' up in that little cell block?
I'm ya, ock, the world is a spot for snid-akes Niggas who hid-ate, do to get the pid-apes Love to see me and out, blood in my mouth Steez all out, tied up in my house
Can I live and give, take my team on sprees? out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's? You know the pedigrees, always stay blowin' the When B.G.S. is the squad, the dice on the six
of dem still in di valley of dry bones Dem ah search dem seas, dem, ah, throw stick and stone M-mh, dey gonna melt like cone Da di countdown say dis ah di final showdown
Well, some ah said dem ah star, dem car Dem at war and a blur, dem nah reach far But nuff ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah Cartoon, dem nah put out no tune
A-fi dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We gonna far from dem I know we are kings and we love nice things But we not sell out fi no diamond
Yo, I got da in ah mi mind So any which part mi come, mi ah go Trust me, we don't fear So don't boost up like you are gon' do me somethin'
Mi turn dem off mi turn of mi light Jah control di better part of mi