Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city mine" was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, tick in the mind Listenin' to and them drop with a prestigious design My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I the baton I been runnin' ever since then, slaughtered MC's Sit and watchin' my green like I'm waterin' seeds The problem with me is I'm the heart of the
callin' for peace, they can't even call the police If I ain't better than you I'm to beat Probably I live by the art of for keeps I get indicted after my product's
We a form, a different centrifugal force Every line is grippin' on a stick shift in a Porsche My asked for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a direction, out, get 'em up high"
and for them wack songs that you made I want you to throw your pin, but the grenade Explode to your grave and go straight to When your soul is en-flamed for the road that you
The role played, in fuckin' up hip-hop You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' to your brain Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' Don't fuck me, don't fuck with J O E
With we gon' make more cheese Heavy hitter, me Joell David Ortiz I a burner at the plaque on your teeth On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the
I'm one in a mil', comin' to It's like you a pill, my gun put your back on the streets Spine on the lookin' at the sun Eyelids heavy, "Why did have to come?"
He was full of and rum, like a bully actin' dumb Fully automatic umm, that's Crooked fun Listen, don't a nigga find your dame And make the dime give me brains 'til my is drained
Listen, make me grab a 9 and aim And how your dime did me, do yo' the same But different, the Coast king Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly I die, get 'em up high
Joell, here we go again, you I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I a pen I co-defend the sickest MC's Pick a disease we got it, I vomit sniffle and Lyrics squeeze, please, Lord, help get rid of this fever
I'm 150 degrees 16's to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease A nigga need a infinite instrumental to be pleased Used to dream about now I'm livin' my dreams
The bitches fiend, made my dick a Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene A couple presidents, live in my jeans
I give 'em residence, just let me pick anything When I'm in the mall, they me the latest kicks on the scene And I get 'em all, I like the nigga I am Niggaz hate, bitches cheer Norm, Cliff and Diane
I'm in a state, of mind that should be the verse I run radio but I don't use them bitty words I ain't shabby with the nouns, I shitty with the verb When I reach heaven I want the nigga Biggie to be word
City slicker, New York delivery when I Hold that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I A shot at the title, of the year, every year, let's be clear Put some in the air and hold 'em up high
Joey, work on your shot, I'm money from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your monkey And that's rate, gettin' hate the wannabe stars And that's great, he feel it and know he numb
See that bullet comin' from around the Like a shot from Angelina gun, think Joey the one I'm a fake, ain't your run of the I'm from where they you for one of your bills
For me it's fun, your man we evenly skilled He Mel Gibson, all shit he believe, gon' get his son killed Play with a match, fuck what you it as No straight jacket, all I did break the match
They say he tough with his fake ass Four pounds put me in another class Escape the pad Took the jumpsuit off my ass and ate the mask
You me, you wanna be a great that fast? Take a automatic and spray at gas Me? Body a whole shit with a verse atrocious In your whole camp, focused
They say you the Warrior, I agree You die and come back , nobody know this Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up high
Get 'em up high, get 'em up Get 'em up high, get 'em up Get 'em up in the sky
Put 'em up high, put 'em up Put 'em up high, in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse,
Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Fatman Scoop, Put 'em high, woo, ohh