[Intro: 50 Cent Fix your face nigga! at these fuckin chimpanzees Bunch of monkeys...
(Mr. Porter!)
Pharoahe Monch] I been shot, I been I all that I have to give And I never ran, have Just so all you can live I never thought would come a day my people would turn me away And it tears me apart Cause I a Purple Heart Nigga you should salute me, you should salute me you should salute me, nigga you should salute me Nigga you should salute me, nigga you should me I, I showed you what a about, nigga you should salute me
Budden] Typical Joe Budden shit, ridiculed and it The know I'm the dude that governed it Paved the way for my sons, laid down the for my semen my fault y'all got stuck in it Lately, it change like the weather, one they love me then hate me; I'm through with shenanigans I care if dudes ain't a fan of him checkmate a 8-figure nigga with the moves of a mannequin Talkin 'bout wan' go somewhere to meet me Man they just wan' go somewhere to me Easy don't cops in it Got the key to my city, how the you think you got locked in it? Bitch!
Da 5'9"] 21 On the hip of 21 goons, salutin Bloody funds is what money becomes 21 on all 21 guns You from the D and you don't with me, you lame The and the internet fuck with me the same So later for that shit Cause I'll smoke you, that's why they say I stay on that blunt shit Niggaz'll spray you up before they wet your up Then shoot the baby bassinet to shut baby up And I'm in line the bread I hold down doin time in the feds Pharoahe to 'em
[Joell Properly greet a I'd have to steps down to be on a pedestal I am the 1-8 after the 7 do Give it my all but you want more, you lil' you! Mean it's terrible, I showed anyone's edible Never give somethin not respectable Never spit somethin that's not Never sold my soul for left of the decimal I done fucked up like cerebral palsy You know me, don't pause me - I'll throw lead at you I earned e'ry stripe and you know it When you see me put yo' hand on yo' head and push it
I] Before shots land on head and push it forward Eastside Long Beach, I'm only pushin four I a street massacre You haters I broke bread with at least half of ya Out of town, hundred pound weed Got niggaz rockin Long fitteds in East Africa I stabbed, I been shot, a imperfect part Like my Grape Street niggaz I got a Purple I kill bitch at the beauty salon on Windham They a nap on your lawn on a Louis Vuitton pillow Waitin for you to run out and say Come out face frontin, dumb out and spray somethin Bloaw! So now