Lyrics:
own put 23 up on my jersey
A millionaire mindset but hustle like I'm dirt cheap
I can’t let these pussy ass niggas outwork me
Sticks and stones may hurt
is full, steady stacking my ammo
Blowin' my phone, need a burner for camo
Watch your tone, I hold the keys like pianos
We mobbin' in Jersey like Tony
I got it locked
But you already you know that
Once I'm in the spot
The moment is a Kodak
The jerseys that I rock
All she does is throw it back
But
Spent the day wishing for night
To prove them wrong when I'm right
To move I'm blessing the mic
With rhymes I write on my life
Too long I kept this
Me and Clef on this track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you don't
Hand me my mic, two woofers in my trunk (huh)
Sound like
a motherfuckin' thing
But, we gon', we gon' gather all these niggas from Chicago
Hehe, Da Brat
Knahmean?
That's right, all them niggas from Jersey
Yeah yeah
fear disease
Tash love...are you ready to rock the mic?
Q-tip... are you ready to rock the mic!
Mos def...are you ready to rock the mic?
We got
questions you had within
Just wishing I had Mike right here
To spite my fears
And tell me it’s alright, get clear
This mic right here
The closest thing
flow local like New Jersey transit
And I can't stand it
And you'll need Teddy to unjam it when I cram it
I'm from N to the E
W A R K Newark NJ
to bury ya ice grill
Shoulda named this album hurr "Licensed to Kill"
Ahhh yes my life chilly chill
Mansion in Miami, other in the Jersey Hills
Chill,
Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened
I said I'd always tell myself I'd be a rapper
I'm getting big blunts served on a platter
I copped some jordans and a jersey to complete the look
I
the rip in every function
Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumping me up
Jersey niggas are
line
[Erick sermon]
E dub the mic killer, the off and oner
My jawa past willie, I'm higher than marajuana
My styles foreign, look at me
the script playin a role
Let's go!
[Chorus]
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Mic bright, lights, camera, action
Jersey down to Mitentry
Officer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three Landcruise
When it's real criminals, you should be watchin for
Get off my dick for what
This mic is like Thor's hammer
And you ain't worthy
You say you top player
You ain't even got a jersey
You always talking smack
I heard it from
really
My opps know they can't get up with me
She on the mic, shorty singing like Whitney
Said she from Houston, I took her to Jersey
Working her out like
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check 1 2
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check 1 2
Mic check
Mic check
Mic check 1 2
Hold on
Hold On
I had to see if this shit work
Alright, alright
Nah, nah
When I grew up, criminals were my heroes
The beanie from New Jersey drive over my earlobes
From jump it was always
Stirrin foreign girlies in the mix
Girl you know I'm Curry wit the drip
They don't got my jersey in the rafters
Put ya number up the mornin after
not no rumor
Because I'm gonna be a legend with the mic, me and Boomer
Back back back back back to back to back to back bangers
I'm calling plays in
Most do not hear the Roar
Because they have not heard it before
Less than 20 miles from the Jersey Shore
I Roar, Show the world my heart is pure
I
bruv, with one mic to spit a verse, change ya whole life
Niggas from the burbs, but thug life
Get with the program, bro
Switch up the style, like slow
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