Lyrics:
Word up! Y'knowhutI'msayin?
I gotta globe in the world in the mail today
NahI'msayin? Heh, word up!
Uhh, kid told me
"Yo, the world is yours
Brilliant
Yeah
Out standing with the UNI VERSE
Among the Angels when i spew a verse
Glorified by a few viewers
Cougars winners losers YouTubers
Abusers
’m homeless, bum rush em, fuck you nigga
That’s your fault yeah I set the bar high
Tell them niggas pole vault
Uh, I don’t need light, my bitch light enough
Real
to the fullest extent of the law
[Lil' Kim]
Pardon me your honor
May I address the bench?
They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt
* Coughs
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
weed got a case of gangrene when it's angry
I act like Scarface up in your project hallway
Make sure you're all covered by AllState
Me and them beats
I'm the vice captain ah
I am less responsible than the captain (duh)
They all tryna tackle me like I'm Matt Danger
I'm here helping you out pay
[Chorus:]
You Are My Queen, I Am Your King
We Fit Like Puzzles Do
You Got My Back, I Got Your Back
In Anything We Do
In Any Situation, We Come
you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers,
What's the matter with ya'll, I splatter ya'll
Against the mutha fuckin
Send a message to the DJ
'Cause I know that you came to party
So move your body to the floor
Get you back up on the wall
'Cause I know that you
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
(You think you're better than your past)
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
(If the present were your man,
that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap unemployed
the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap
Matt Ox and Jahseh
Hunger for money is making me livid
I seen the future and thought it was vivid
No one gonna take away my destination
Ain't letting
from jump
Doc tape been on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi
I fuck with that, run it back like matt forte
The bears, pull a pen out my torso
Slumber a fortnight, time a popsicle
Snapped, my band rubber fool,
Tell the DJ what we want (Biggie Smalls! Uh)
We want Biggie
So you wanna be hardcore
With your hat to the back
Talking about the gats in your raps
But I
your mother on a good date
I'm young as hell so I hope she do not catch a case
I take pills or else I'm bouncing off the fucking walls
Sitting back, I
life, Psych
I might be Malcolm, a cocky person, unliked
Like a righteous sermon, psychic in timely words that I write
"Holy rap syllables Matt, your
'm going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
All dry
All dry
See
My squad them lit
All dry
My guys them Matt
All dry.
Me I say
all dry
All dry
All dry o
My house and my cars all dry
All dry
All dry
See
My squad them lit
All dry
My guys them Matt
All dry.
Me I say
all dry
All dry
All dry o
My house and my cars all dry
still breed alone
The welcome matt burns right outside of your door
Like they warned in a song about nothing before
Well let me tell you about how I
through your block?
Sheek, Funk Doc, Meth on top
Porsche, 300 horse fly by
Back open pumpin "How High?" (How High)
Yeah, can y'all see that (See that)
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