The streets is mad now 'em why we mad Rappers whatever you yourself Pack your bags and get out of
'Cause I'm a strike on thee with Great and furious anger Those who attempt to poison the I'm a let know the preacher's son is back
Refugee, one time, one MOP two time, two time, one Bumpy knuckles now the world is in on
Yo, you're one on the charts You're a Paid for your slots You're a Because the knows hot You're a You're livin' in a, livin' in a
I'm on first, so ain't a rap verse It's like a voodoo curse So you die the kids'll throw rocks at ya hearse 'Cause you lie too much, you got no gut
At your arm is ink At headpiece now you pissin' in your briefs Hold up, we just saw you on bet and MTV A public channel talkin' bout I'm a thug
You're an animal, a cannibal, you even hannibal But when the came no light for your candle So to the real world where a spade is a spade And I'm a call it I see it, you all living in a masquerade
Even Jacob iced you out wit the baguettes Money wit no respect makes you a suspect So you can't through Brownsville You want peace you better call If not, feel Clef he connects wit M.O.P family And guitar at your eulogy
You claim you run the block a masquerade Givin' information to the You're a I mean you seen a rock You're livin' in a, you're livin' in a
Now the grimy lil' line up up, I'm up They say we dem dance to you how to get it crunk I'm plottin' wit Fox today I do it with Clef whoever We throw mack and to the death bless royalty You youngster's better get before You get a set back and get That's it and that Clef
Hold that all that and fall back I too much ass kick ass To jewels, rock Prada Gucci shoes, Timbs mo hotta
We grip arms Brook norm bound shit The streets don't want that watered down Fam, we clear the stage You don't wanna ride wit us we got rage
Now I'm a let my hood you You're a I bet you the dogs You're a I we still and we rob You're a You're in a You're in a masquerade
I'm sixteen bars A murder, real murder, This ain't a pumpin' they fist like they punchin' at God Over ten rippin' MC I bring it hard Don't make me yo chest and pull yo card
R and B singer the greatest and now 'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too cuties Got mo bombs You punk niggas, we used to shake pumpy hands You'll have no arms left, you a pimp You a mack, you keep bitches in the house all day
I keep em on the Drinkin' cocoa and wearin' long mink black Hit 'em twelve inch stilettos, tappin' through the I can see it in eyes
Little niggas you ain't a part of shakin' hand niggas heart, I keep the underground in shape It never be soft, you make it like them Fat naked turnin' me off
Now I'm a let my hood you a masquerade I bet you the dogs You're a I we still and we rob a masquerade You're in a, you're livin' in a
Neary paneary you take 'em to the Middle East