Lyrics:
acted dumb
When you'd see me after school?
But I wasn't no fool No sweat lost
Time passed by Now look who's boss
Probably never thought about you
my nerves twitchin'.
Enslave your mentality. Nigga brain fried.
We after you, runnin' sergeon for a free ride.
Where you think you goin' son ?
We
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
on tracks with Mos Def
When you call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and ooh
It come out
on a track I listed as a bonus
Looking at my catalog these hits I fucking wrote it
And I send shots out for my brothers
Talking like you tough but
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
I'm Chill-Master-Nell of a thousand MC's
But how are you gonna tell the real rappers from these phonies?
'Cause these days, everyone wanna deal
it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure god, what, flow on the track
with some more, if you don't hear me, so I split your wig)
(Glock in my draws as I walk the motherfuckin' track)
(Hit me with some more, if you don't
where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at?
You better bust that
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
wannabes
They want to be in front of me
But it ain't no run in me
That's word to my son and me
Now you want to be family 'cause you see the Grammies
yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
Yo, yo you can let the magnum bust or puff bags of dust
If you mad at us, watch that ass get crushed
Now ya screamin' why did the blood have
bonus
Where I'm headed I ain't got time for the failing
I whip it and get to selling You buying the name Kellen
So purchase that
We put work in that
come on, don't wait, you'll be too late
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he? Now the knife is ready here
The blade already
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
that
It's clear I got the hot feel
Well you know where I'm from
So they gotta give me some
Look how far I really had to come
Nigga are you dumb
I don't
you niggas rattled but you hide it on the low
I'm from the city where they're ridin' with a pole
And now my nephews can't believe that Spider-Man's my
with me
You can
Hang up your raps now or hang in a choke
I'd rather
Hang by my neck than hang because of my throat
New York City in the building nigga
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hm)
Now point 'em out (Um hm)
Can we get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where all the playa haters at?
bowed it down in NO
And every corner that I flow
I get it on
Can you get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at?
number one
You ain't number one, just another one
Now everybody sayin' that they number one
Ring the alarm, the caterpillar keeps firing
Oh, we in
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