I'm slappin' pounds and pounds with real niggaz alright
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
You know the motherfucking situation
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live
Last year I was the man ripping up every jam
And I mean it it's all done with the mind
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang, bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
[Incomprehensible]
I'm Big Poppa steal your girl then I'll drop her
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
And me so horny, I hit 'em like a groupie
So get down get down with the Gang Starr Foundation
I could go on for days speaking 'bout my clout
Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin'
Baby brother been puffing Buddha and blunts since eighty-five
So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out
Before I start to get in it, better yet I just kick it
Than the bitch got curves, I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Niggaz tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
A nigga said he couldn't do it 'til the shit hits the fan
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a bumba claat
Now I'm a touch on reality, chumps can't fuck with me
Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
I'm a come back to drown y'all
I rip New York and a million different places
I got the clout, all you pussy rappers be out
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
And all the honies be loving me, my style be kicking crazy butt
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
From the ghetto I let go, shit to make you petrol
'Cause she be working on my nerves and yo I got more gang
Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto and I know
Make the chicks say "Aow" and the brothers say "Ho"
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
I break your back with my rap like smack, because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
State to state, country to country
I've achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Watching fly niggaz show you how to rhyme asshole
