For the right price, even Christ could get it
'Cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top
And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral
Flash your dough but you too cool for the captain
Respect the click that I'm from or get lifted and stunned
I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance
That's why I had to beat your motherfuckin' ass
I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance
Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price?
Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck
Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like
Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid
I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire
That's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies
I rap for the chips but I'm truly assassin'
Keep flappin' yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids
I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun
'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
Yeah, I went double, y'know?
Sky's the limit, nuttin' less if my guys is in it
Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother
That's my motherfuckin' word, you understand?
Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lid
'Cause in real life, you don't know
And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic
Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand?
Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect
Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock
I think two and touch means tackle the bitch
Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck
That'll be the name of the motherfucker
Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect
That's the pro, got beef with pun, you gots to go
If I'ma make a song
Fuck you and yours, make way, I'm comin' through the door
Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect
But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance
I remember only minutes
'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers
This is my game, this is me, y'know?
I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance
'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum
Featuring Tony Sunshine, T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders
Mafia style, tear you a new asshole
I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives
You couldn't see the light, I was bright in your brain
And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off
Reppin' T. Squad since birth till I retire
The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
And riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers live
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
'Cause it's my turn I'ma reach to the top
'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig
Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy
Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome
Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise
'Cause it's my turn I'ma reach to the top
And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all
Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock
In magic do I build but math do be equally compatible
What are blind sleep till they worth shit
Niggaz goin triple, five, ten platinum
But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance
I bring sight to the game for every night you complained
Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock
Speak and observe with the mind
You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand?
From the back of the bridge
Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me
Thought we was a fuckin' joke, shit
Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck
I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off
Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib
It's gonna be how I beat yo' motherfuckin' ass understand?
Can't do what I do
You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life
