I'm bigger than producers, I figured out you losers
Lesson tonight by the four-four
All the ladies in the house with the real hair
Now y'all don't wanna see me do that, now do you?
I battle you and then me and Meth exchange shifts
Now four corners, 4 seasons
L.L. an Red
Nor Murderers motherfuckin' INC
I'm still wild, still Tical, still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual
I've been paid, I've been platinum, been spittin', uh
I'm the sultan of the ghetto, the homicidal aficionado
Or bodies they collect, black Gotti shot a tech
Blaze, blaze, blaze one
Think Goulianni's rough I got some real shit for niggas
Put that rap shit second and hip-hop first
Too many rappers be on John Gotti's dick
When I battle, I'm breaking Bentleys down to gravel
Black thugs with white minks, ready to jack the brink
MC's abusing my bitch, using my shit
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga
Niggas will pass me, look me in the face, ask me
Easy, ain't Nann niggas spitting like me
Ja the myth, ready hand me the fifth let me explain
My whole motto is fuck it
Phantom Menace, that's why niggas make faces
Are y'all really holdin' weight or did somebody ask me?
Been eatin', been ballin' and you know I'm shittin'
I take it all, if not, here's a thousand
Sing a song a six street, pocket full of chits
Murderers is the clique, niggas can't deal with
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga
I empty niggas out like Cristal bottles, uh
Big paper game, come on run into these flames
Ja Rule with Hot Nix I'm the best at that shit
For money, to your house arrest anklet
Rule baby and ain't shit gon' change, uh, uh
Bend your little wifee over help her stretch out the kinks
(Blaze one, blaze one)
So you ridin' with gangstas
I do my best work stressed out and under pressure
That pair mics, my maintenance
Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men
I'm up to a whole lot of other shit
That's why ya niggaz freeze when I step up in the building
The Alizae swigger, I clock twelve figgas
Try it, you gonna get yours to the heart
Them gangsta visions will have you ass up in an ambulance
At 8 paint chips the rare moon
(Hataz)
Hit 95 then I hide with the Waltons, Down South, the forty-four feela
Carrots shine, the world all mine
I'm hanging off the roof with one hand, losing my grip
So bitches explain this
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in their rhymes
Battle royal, in the ring smoking like ought to owe ya
Like they drinking Guinness
I knew my longevity confuse ya
Yo Meth, why don't you ask where all the ladies at?
Never been defeated, niggas retreated
Four MC's with four reasons to bring this game to it's knees
We ride dick so well, head game from hell
I love making them yell, my name
I got the heat right here, we ain't got to travel
I'm constant, on that paper chase
Deep inside the mind is where you'll find my buried treasure
Go straight cuckoo and terrorize rap, do you?
Yo, yo Funk Doc straight lunatic since young
And why you down there, suck my dick
The Godfather's here giving blessings to his children
Cats ain't live, look up in my eyes
Where all the ladies at?
Blaze one, blaze one
West side highway running, homo nigga
Platinum links, chicky-eyed blonde hair
The clean underwear and she don't need welfare, make some noise
Fire thrown to the roof of you apartment
Now this is something that we don't rehearse
Recognize the power of the royal King James
Blow zip codes from bricks to 8 1 8
Made the choice to be seated until my mission's completed
What the world gonna do when my dogs get loose?
We can do this one more time, I'll let you decide
Hit the smoke shop and blow my budget
Honeys sippin' rainbow colored drinks
When they realize I'm not finished
Doc serve to you to liquor in the plate
Niggas want more than a little bit, hot shit
Get loose, get loose, Method Man get loose
Your lil' man made me give him a lift