Ah on
Motherfucker move back, I rap at the pace of a New Jack numbers and shoes stack grooves Rap I deliver for the and underprivileged Something different from hollow and grunting niggas This is strictly, step to my business is risky 'Specially when you as as Missy Back to back LP's that sound the same, I the game a four-pounded brainstorm To make niggas in the rain, scared to take a chance in the game Used to break dance, a shame What do to a nigga brain If he lose his soul what did a nigga
"Doin' it, it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"
My train of thought is that of a hustler, or a with his shirt off Trying to get his off to customers I rap with a on my shoulder, squeezing Coronas See shirts say "We gotta get over" That juggy is over, the war is on I only want to be a soldier, I'm on, to a culture like Gordon Parks when it's sorta dark For that's flooded with ice, my thought's the ark warming arts with some shit for the heart Don't fuck radio, ignoring the charts I could a fuck what you made in a year, nigga, you wack A soft nigga on a track, in this new rap Generation I "X" cats a Muslim He off cause I pushed him Let his and his weak crew be his cushion I catch him on the streets, in of the bodyguards and rush him
"Doin' it, doin' it, I am doin' it, C O M O to the N"
You wasn't you was a thug before Pac came Ten ago you had a high top trying to be like Kane Then released and it became a G thing Claim sets, your ain't got gangs Niggas hate you, they ain't paying you no In a circle of fagots, name is mentioned With six degrees, I separate MC's, a business man that's good From a that was raised or just lived in the hood From what a nigga says to understood my shit tight like them boys in "The Wood" Dick is hard like the "Boyz in the Hood" Peace to Dug Inf, No I, Sean Lett, the Chi At the crib some cats give me the eye I'm a bitch slap the one Let him know the world is my section for You got to aggression
"Doin' it, it, I am doin' it, C O double M O to the N"