He looks without being ruthless heroic in this man There's a courage him, doesn't look like a killer across so calm Acts like he has a dream of passion You don't me, huh? Well, you know why I do, we're not to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Knock niggaz out the box all the Bitches on my mother records pah Big ones, yeah, big Straight up, fuck your whole bust it, yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz
Now yo yo, yo, time is runnin' out It's for real though, let's politic, ditto! We could trade places, get in the staircases Word up, peace scarfaces
Thug related style millions Fans, they understand my Who's the kid up in the Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin', hourglass heads niggaz be down your slot, time for pumpin' Poisonous sting thumps up and act chumps
a heavy generator But yo, guess who's the Trump? Dough be by the hour's Wu, we got the collars, Word life, peace to power and my whole Word up! Quick to set it, wet it niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is out It's for real though, let's politic, ditto! We trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace incarcerated
shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real raise up, spend your money, argue But time is for the uninvited Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is fired Morphine sticks be burnin' chlorine Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort But hold up, be tastin' like throw-up My mob up, dripped to death, whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin' in these dens wit Mac-10's and broke friends Ya got guns, got too, what up son, do You wanna battle for and see who Sun too? I probably wax, tax, smack rap who fax Niggaz lyrics is nigga stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin' Scud missles You rollin' like Trump, you get your meat
For real, it's just rap democracy the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, to see me at Caesar's eatin' salads We beatin mics and the keys to I move rhymes like retail, sure shit sell From we at to my man's cell
staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a in 'Rap Page' But all I is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat, goin' down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Stallion, dwellin' on Shaolin That the island of Staten And niggaz carry gats and mad police Manhattan
Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin' out for real though, let's connect politic, ditto! We could trade places, get in the staircases Word up, peace scarfaces
I do for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza Catchin asthma, Rae is gun-flashers Well-dressed, skatin' the projects wit big ones Broke elevators, turn the out, stick one Upstairs, like a chameleon Hip Brazilians, pass the or Leave children, leave the buildin' Niggas, yo they be foldin' envelopes under pressure Lou Farigno on coke
Yo, Africans niggaz up in yellow cabs Musty like funk, wavin' arms, the Arabs Sit back, coolin' like on rocks On the spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreds on Pussy's hurtin', they did it for a for the Feds up, cousin, nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, it!
Now yo yo, whattup yo, is runnin' out It's for real though, let's politic, ditto! We trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace scarfaces
Now yo yo, yo, time is runnin' out It's for though, let's connect politic, ditto! Get in the staircases Peace scarfaces
is runnin' out Politic Peace scarfaces