beat me No matter what I did, yo he'd still mistreat me That's why, I never listened to a thing he said And I wasn't just mad when I used to wish him
quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed I heard some kid wearin' a mink Fakin' like he live in Brooklyn squealed We gon' need Johnny Cochran man, I
belly Smelly socks from Laker players, you can suck they jocks I walk in projects, and underwears on Bronx blocks Send Tampex FedEx while I slip on condoms
lay in the bag, like some haze that I had Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shit I aint talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad I amaze 'em like
Da Club", with no gun, got em taking it off Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach Fasten
truck, got the whip leaning in Harlem when I talk it's like Godspeak listen close little momma thats the car chill vampire life I hear ya heart beating bay chill
And all of my fast rap agility Made to perform and I strike like lightning, scary? Yes it's quite frightening, huh! Uhh! .. uhh! .. hoe, uhh! .. woo! [verse four] I got
fierce bitches they be calling me Exorcist Far from the devil, I'm God I mean I'm Gunz And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun Got beef with
got thicker, I'm run up in the spot quicker (Don't let them watch me so) I'm the nigga your son really wants to chill with and know You must think it
Oh, shit, all hell breakin' loose Instead I should of went to that party at the muse For ugly, I didn't and here's where I'm at Chill, is that Q-Tip
Permanently bed-ridden And if you're pussy, then motherfucker get in where you fit in As I walk around the streets Son I got mad beef, I'ma blast you
the kid, never did a bid Never hit skid, check out the shit I did Live in the Bronx, born in Brooklyn Chilled in Manhattan never got my shit tooken I
better than me I could make em pump, I could make 'em jump But I'm mostly known for givin' other niggaz lumps So niggaz better chill and maintain I'm
try to counter, my hook's in your mouth You can't stop me, I do what I wanna, I know, you wanna So yo, come on, I got skills for dills, give chills
the risk of goin' up North I love my freedom, and you know I love my bein' So sometimes I gotta get ugh and mug for my per diem I'll see him in hell,
I respected my enemies Live like the Kennedy's, above the law, fuck ?em all I'm coming for the rich thieving ?em even if I wasn't poor I seen it all
Lookin so good, she'll make a man a pretender On the mic when I'm rappin, I look in the crowd Women in the front row screamin out loud It sends chills
chill I got to own stocks and bonds, kid, just because I want them And million dollar businesses with Darkman written on 'em Not up front but an economical stunt I