They shook
Yeah, o all my killas and all my drug dealers
To the boys with the lawyers
And the ones with the public defenders
Philadelphia, pistol-veinniam
Put ya bangers in the air
They say it's a recession cause
Coke prices done shot up
I wish I could get it for ten a key
But I'm not Buck
And yes my connect got planes, got trucks
Yup, he could bring it right to
You if you cop up
But I ain't grindin' cause I ain't
Tryin' to get locked up
I was over the stove
But I'm closin' the shop up i rap
But I spit crack so that's
Not much of a change
From movin' 'cain on the block, but
It's not illegal
People will still cock suck
Chicks will still hop on ya nuts
If you got ya guap up
Them other rappers is pussy
Them niggas is not tough
And all they sell you is
Garbage they red foxed up
The hustla is on top, but that's not luck
Every bar raw when I spit it it rock up
You got guts, don't get 'em
Cut out yo stomach, nigga
Don't go for it on fourth down
Punt it nigga
Before you get head hunted, nigga
I could probably shoot the wings off
A fly, you don't want it, nigga
I'm a OG, you a HOE
You probably couldn't even
Beat Angelina Jolie
Ayo, I dropped my first album in '03
It's almost '09, Swizz, it's showtime
Every day I write more rhymes smokin' weed
I call styles P cause it'll blow yo mind
With no wine sometimes I do magic tricks
I can make yo head disappear
When the 'matic spit i fuck with the yard
But we ain't on no faggot shit
He'll straight lay you out on
Some craft mattic shit
You ain't never bag a brick
You ain't never serve a fiend you got shot
But you never been to a murder scene
That mean you never pulled a
Trigga with ya index
You probably never even killed
More than two insects
I heard ya last couple songs
And I ain't impressed
Yall betta call it off cause
Y'all niggas fallin' off
I'm on fire like a Molotov
Cocktail, when I rock a lot
Of jews like the Holocaust
Yeah, I wear a lot of chains like slavery
If you ain't talkin' money what the
Fuck you gon' say to me?
Not a damn thing, man, I'm the damn king
And the damn champ with the damn
Belt and the damn ring
I hold it down for my niggas in the damn bing
Like my man crutch, my man luck
And my man sing
I do my damn thing, I'm on another level now
I'm tryna crossover
But still hold the ghetto down
Carmello told me to settle down
But to tell you the truth I'm in
The booth with the metal now
It's like I can't put the metal down
Cause I'm a gun fanatic
But you ain't nothing but a fuckin' faggot
Yo best verse ain't better than my worst rap
I became the best rapper when
I wrote my first rap
I murked that, chalk it up
Them shook them cats don't clap gats
Them niggas straight puss
They scared to death, you see how they look?
You could sell white cooked up and raw
There's numerous ways you could
Hustle to earn yours
Boys get shot, locked down, and turn broads
Them niggas is not real
Them niggas straight frauds
You not a crook, boy, you straight shook, boy