I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Oh no, he ain't come back like that
It's the thirteenth al spinna, niggas use to doubt
I'm your idol, your highest title, numero uno
First we was thuggin', then bust sluggin'
Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
They probably, find your body at the end of the pier
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
Ass all out, just swoonin' the crowd
Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
To never let another crew move his back nigga, what
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin' that this rap is just words
You must not be reading it right
Me and Diddy skippin' out on bills
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
That's my neighborhood, fuck no
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
And clear the block in no time
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
With the mac flast 'cuz I am what I rap, nigga
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin' since the first song
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
From Crook from way back done took the game back
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Niggas walkin' they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game
I'll slap the shit out of one of you motherfuckers
Yes, I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
Raul ya heard me?
My lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin'
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, Al Groh shit
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh
I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
Stomp, yeah, that's the idea
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Fuckin' wit' crack's like fuckin' wit' Crack
Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
I put the eighty to your baby man, I told y'all
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin' me for folk lore
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and getcha own shine, muhh'fucka
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is
(Hi neighbor)
