What You Got

Why'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh, What the fuck? yea, yea... chargin why'all niggaz Yea, yea... behold the only thing greater than yourself I'll slash ya grill, don't start me You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold, I'll have every latin in the country aimin' at ya skull I'll aim it at the ((?)) who claim he sellin' the most dope My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt They playin' this in every club, whip, party and bar you in Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin' Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin' Women shakin' they ovaries, look what we accomplishin', what... [Chorus: ] We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?" We got better bitches than you got "What You Got?" We run with more killas than you got "What You Got?" We got better whips than you got "What You Got?" We got better cribs than you got "What You Got?" We got better bitches than you got "What You Got?" We run with more killas than you got "What You Got?" We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got?" Coming to kill me, I can't hear that Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine won't help My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list My style murders an drags like they do black men in Texas Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real threat Cause I'ma ride till my daughter's like "Daddy are we there yet?" Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before miracles Seen more keys than the lots seen Hammers repossessed vehicles Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm assumin' If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz must be Wonder Women Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back Can't hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?)) Shittin' on MC's, wipin' my ass on they notebooks How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed I'll turn on channel 2 if I want to CBS, bitch [Chorus: ] Least but not last, I'll blast an informant Until he has the cash to put end to his torment Now shine up the brass for his coffin I've mastered the ((?)), through passion and torment I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus, My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous And smash through the glass of your Porsche's Show you how north is hard as divorces Lay you out dead in the grass on the forest My rap is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage Blood Splashed across it for rhymin' like a fag in a cordless Murder all witnesses, nosy, standing on porches, Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners I never lost, there's mad lust to be Rap carasses Breakin' companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office I got.. DJ supporters and women makin' sex offers I got.. a crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters I got.. rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner I got.. killas on every corner, surrounded by Jewish lawyers What what what... [Chorus: ]