I keep gunnin' for 'em, they keep runnin' from me
Mami yellin' out the window 'Oye, dejate con eso'
Nah, Big L listen me
Yeah, I'm right here, middle of the ghetto
He ain't get all this shit from this fuckin' rap money
Don't you know all of us rappers are great liars?
You know me, I'm a one man army
'Crucial Conflict', I'm 'Do or Die' with the flow, yeah
Soon as I get enough, I'ma cuff and throw the book at him
Even though millions'll follow just like Gandhi
Fuck anybody who don't fuck with me
Thanks to Joey Crack the gangsta rapper
Worldwide Pendemics, now we got the bird flu
Controversies like 'Oil for food'
Yeah, we get it poppin', them hammers go, the Spanish bro
Yeah, I made the switch from clear top to yellow
They say Joey's a killer, every time body shit
And y'all niggaz lyin' 'cause young niggas dyin'
This is the Pendemic, yo
I'm Malcolm, shit, I bring it out 'em
I'm about my money, give a fuck, I'm livin' comfortably, yeah
Shit, Katrina, Katrina, oh, Ms. Katrina
Every verse iller, ain't nobody's hot as this
Over in Iraq, yeah, families are cryin'
Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him
Shit, heard he sell cracks on the block, caught a body
The soul of Big Pun is flowin' through me
Yeah, Biggie Smalls is rollin' with me
Yeah, this is the Pendemic, we outta here
I'm lookin' for some benefits, tell me have you seen her?
But he was a fuckin' problem, your honor
And every time we stop him, nigga think he something funny
I'm way over your head, you like creativity?
Officer, officer, please don't be biased
Shit, Joey from the Bronx, I'm a pistoleer
Must I be a backpacker or Black Eye Pea
See you next time if it is a next time, yeah
Must we do everything like organize Live Aid?
Or spit consciousness just to win a Grammy?
I hate that nigga, get me sick, man, look at him
Yeah, that's what they wanna hear
We like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin'
Sensationalize bringin' packs 'cross state
Listen to his raps, he call himself John Gotti
But You'd be surprised where my music be playin'
Poked him 40 times, hit him once more for the road
Yeah, I'm bein' honest, your honor, I killed the man
Sweatpants saggin' 'cause I'm packin' heavy metal
Fuck you rappers, fuck the industry
Africa's in crisis, please give aid
Joe Pesci in 'Casino', you know
