more fire than Lou ( 90s

[Verse] Who in the hell got more fire than Lou Answer me that, they know I don't lyrically cap Can't nobody copy me, the way that I rap it's Like hearing a wise man "when he spitting them facts Old Louie, I'm this game's Indian bread In subway trains, R Local Express Out the city, but the bus still connects (Yup) Low key, got a storage with fresh clothes to dress [Chorus] Who you gon' find with more pain than Lou Who you gon' find with more fire than Lou No pen, just typing from imagination fuck cheap imitations I love this generation [Verse] So when you ask what the fuck you expect If her legs open, or if her legs closing Loui done broke this hoe open again I keep an extra box of rubbers if you're bringing your friend I came from the trains, where the cold wind blew that's underneath the city where there's rats in two's Can't no hater copy the way that I move I be skatin on these niggas, they say it must be the shoes [Chorus] Who you gon' find with more pain than Lou Who you gon' find with more fire than Lou No pen, just typing from imagination Y'all cheap imitations from each generation [Bridge] No pen, no pause, just a mind on attack Every line got a scar, every verse got a past They can borrow the sound, but they can't wear the truth When the record starts skipping, it still sounds like Lou [Chorus (final)]Who you gon' find with more pain than Lou Who you gon' find with more fire than Lou No pen, just typing from imagination Y'all cheap imitations from each generation