Feel this, feel Brooklyn's in the in the house
S-T, supreme teacher, read you a preacher Seat you down, make you pay close attention to my My illuminates, removin' the snakes who lay awake Lovin' to but we still elevate
Massagin' the brain, utilize the wisdom Through the knowledge of my and how to maintain Some nights I with the understanding, build cypher Like Charles Bronson, vigilante to snipe ya
the marijuana, roll a cigar from Havana Tony Santana, smokin' in the Cabana Or in the sauna, after my Calisthenics Universal metrics, reversin' the hex, cursin' the
my blessings, remembering my lessons Take my suggestions he told me keep my smith and Wesson For protection, the streets is watching and they They when you're frontin' and when you're representin'
It's not you be or how you be Or who you be or you got Unique sounds, is hot We comin' through, we tidal in this rap shit Now how you be, now who you be and you be?
You get with the brothers, that's the illest The microphone sex with my lyrics Hit shit off, first move is style No premature ejaculation, last for a
Flippin' and turnin' and splittin' it, all type Grabbin' and tuggin' and it, all type of missions Crazy, nah, I'm not type of brother My verses, they out in the streets, they carry rubbers
I you're drippin', your rap style got gonorrhea of nations, look at this, it's here, yo Seven days the clock ass all in the videos I know you it, I do too, love the cheese, yo
But is hip hop, stop it, go make a porno Not hatin', on the mic I'm player scrapin' Nobody seen it, whole change to Zeniths I styles that's sexual, plus I'm intellectual
Thoughts transverse to physical, I keep it I got the motts, you the dutch, I got the hydro I just sit on tracks and let it flow
Feel this, this in the house Brooklyn's in the
I give you agony, agony, agony, you wanna with me? Constantly, constantly, constantly a phonta leaf You know it's beef when you gettin' losin' teeth Because you sweet and ain't got no to the street
You'se the type to get shot and go to the cops Come to court every day, make sure a nigga get But I thought you had big glock that you bust a whole lot why my nigga's sittin' up in that little cell block?
I'm tellin' ya, ock, the world is a spot for Niggas who hid-ate, do to get the pid-apes Love to see me down and out, in my mouth all sweated out, tied up in my house
Can I live and still give, my team on sprees? out skeeze out of custom drop-top v's? You know the pedigrees, stay blowin' the dick B.G.S. is the squad, the dice stay on the six
Nuff of dem in di valley of dry bones Dem ah search dem seven seas, dem, ah, throw stick and M-mh, dey gonna melt like cone Da minute di countdown say dis ah di final
Well, ah said dem ah star, dem love car Dem at war and a blur, dem nah really far But ah dem ah bafoon, dem ah goon Cartoon, dem nah put out no conscious
A-fi dem, if dem nah listen, so we scorn dem We gonna steer far dem I know that we are kings and we love things But we not sell out fi no diamond
Yo, I got da in ah mi mind So any which mi come, mi ah go shine Trust me, we don't fear So don't boost up yourself you are gon' do me somethin'
Mi turn dem off like mi of mi light Jah control di better of mi life