Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that spit like Big in his He got a 52 box, original in the mind Listenin' to 'Pac and them drop a prestigious design My niggaz is dimes, my bitches is
I came up behind Eminem in '99 and I the baton I been shit 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
Niggaz callin' for peace, they can't even the police If I ain't better than you I'm harder to Probably 'cause I by the art of for keeps I get indicted after my product's
We a different form, a centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a shift in a Porsche My niggaz for direction to go on this track I said, "Fuck a direction, out, get 'em up high"
Crooked and for them wack songs you made I want you to throw your pin, but hold the Explode to grave and go straight to hell When your is en-flamed for the road that you paved
The that played, in fuckin' up hip-hop You owe so you paid, the fo'-fo' close to brain Closer than the close shave of a low fade Don't fuck with me, don't fuck J O E
With Nickel we make more cheese hitter, call me Joell David Ortiz I point a burner at the plaque on your On leftover shit, it's a wrap on the beef
I'm one in a mil', comin' to It's like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the on the concrete lookin' at the sun Eyelids heavy, "Why did have to come?"
He was full of 'gnac and rum, like a actin' dumb Fully automatic umm, Crooked havin' fun Listen, make a nigga find your dame And make the dime give me brains my mind is drained
Listen, make me grab a 9 and aim And how your did me, do yo' mind the same But different, the West Coast Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up
Joell, we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen I the sickest MC's Pick a we got it, I vomit sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, get rid of this fever
I'm like 150 16's used to be sweet, now a bit of a tease A nigga need a infinite instrumental to be pleased Used to about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams
The fiend, made my dick a machine Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I am just as big as I seem I'm spittin' this mean, me and government intervene A presidents, literally live in my jeans
I 'em residence, they just let me pick anything When I'm in the mall, show me the latest kicks on the scene And I get 'em all, I ball like the I am Niggaz hate, bitches like Norm, Cliff and Diane
I'm in a state, of mind that should be the fifty I run radio but I don't use them itty words I ain't shabby with the nouns, I ain't shitty the verb When I reach I want the nigga Biggie to be like word
City slicker, New York delivery when I that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, be clear Put fingers in the air and hold 'em up high
Joey, on your half-court shot, I'm money from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your bars And that's rate, gettin' hate from the stars And that's great, he feel it and know he numb
See that bullet comin' from around the Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, Joey the one I'm a fake, ain't run of the mill? I'm from where kill you for one of your bills
For me it's fun, your man we evenly skilled He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, get his son killed with a match, fuck what you take it as No good straight jacket, all I did the match
They say he talk tough with his ass Four pounds put me in weight class Escape the pad Took the off my naked ass and ate the mask
You diss me, you wanna be a great that Take a automatic and spray at gas Me? Body a whole shit a verse probably atrocious In whole camp, nobody focused
They say you the Warrior, I agree You die and come back , won't know this by, screamin' it's a new crew reppin' Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up
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