New York’s 6th borough

Got a bad bitch sucking buttered balls who ain’t right till her lover calls psycho artist never saw the gun she draws grew up too poor most of all never won awards we drove from my hood just to shoot everyone in yours It’s mayhem whatever you wanna say fam pay there assistants in gifts best to check his day plan yeh that was kinda witty & shit Caribbean ship smooth sailing when the Winchester lifts it’s boom baps John Cusack move back on the grift Big Pun back of the Ac (Acura) packing a clip hook rhymes iron mike swing haggard final fight when I push mine it’s good times Dyno-Mite silent type watch the reapers step fuck the street you rep end of the day can’t eat respect fuck the street you rep at the end of the day you can’t eat Respect Nah he’s using food stamps instead gotta start thinking global if you wanna leave the nest homie see a lil birdie told me Bo peep with purty gold teeth it’s not really ya block unless you own the whole street I came from the gutter had a wool plate for supper never ran with the pack lone wolves were made to suffer pains the only thing I’ve ever known fallen arc angels reincarnated to behold the devils soul ain’t made it till where laying on a bed of gold Teflon dons invested in a metal skull try to safe crack A dat with no metronome armed ex cons who open her rose pedals slow Ohhhh what the fuck is going on the Shotokan with the golden arm throw the bomb gambit with the explosive cards God one two one two ma fucka’s wanna come test me check in the studio I’m funky fly as emcee Qwest (Dope AF) my thoughts are B.I.G’s closed casket as it drove past on the street Demo sounding like LL rapping over the Toto Africa beat music the profession roll in the booth and wrote a session without using notes what beautiful inception Houston kept it moving like a funeral precession Takes time to get to that God Level Shooters moving D like Heav in the Montero