Y'all niggaz make a nigga like me laugh, what the fuck? yea, yea.. y'all niggaz yea, yea.. behold the only thing than yourself
(Verse 1) I'll ya grill, don't start me be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie I'm never dull, Chino the thug, style centerfold, have every latin in the country aimin at ya skull I'll aim it at the Pope if he he sellin the most dope My Jersey blocks is locked tighter prisoners hold soap And listeners where we out ya CD and vinyl, the final result Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our combine with a Colt They this in every club, whip, party and bar you in you more blood clots than two jamaicans arguin Sweat till ya fake silver platinum is tarnishin Women shakin ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what..
(Chorus) We got better than you got "What You Got?" We got better than you got "What You Got?" We run more killas than you got "What You Got?" We got better whips you got "What You Got?" We got better than you got "What You Got?" We got better bitches you got "What You Got?" We run more killas than you got "What You Got?" We got better than you got "What You Got?"
(Verse 2) Coming to me, I cant hear that Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to yet Snatch you outta Roots like I'm from Illadelph What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont My for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt I mention myself as a celestial cell, an of hell At a lynching I smile, cut down, murder your guest list My style never a drag like do black men in Texas Next rapper to this, I'ma show them the real threat Cause ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?" Ain't no priest in the streets, only before miracles See more keys than a lot of Hammer's vehicles Told you I was coming, you ain't I'm assumin If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz be Wonder Women Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you flat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to my ((?)) on MC's, wipin my ass on they notebooks How the broke crooks in videos leave me turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch
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(Verse 3) but not last, I'll blast an informant Until he has the to put end to his torment Now shine up the brass for his I'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't I've the forces, I rap to the chorus, My cast is enormous, I'm and I'm cautious Twenty arms stronger than forklifts Smoke in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous And through the glass of your Porsche's Show you how is as hard as divorces Lay you out dead in the grass on the My craft is flawless, ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage Blood Splashed across it for like a fag in a cordless all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches, Like torches, super human, skin never scorches Drape your family reunion in black funeral Have cats that ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners I never lost this mad to be rap's Colossus Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin sex I got.. A crib like a fortress, for all my daughters I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Warner I got.. on every corner, surrounded by jewish lawyers What what..
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