Lyrics:
I am fuckin' awesome
I am on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girl staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her
I am fuckin' awesome
I am on my New York shit
I think I'm hot son
White girl staring at me looking like she lost somethin'
I don't know what her
taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means
To be a black child or a white teen
In the end the youth is being mistreated
Which means the world
know shit about no choppin' rocks
But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rockin' spots?
When you're the only white boy up in that bitch just rippin'
Good fuckin' night
Good fuckin' night
We gon' have one hell of a time
Girl I'm feelin' fine
You know what's on my mind
Give it up (Please!)
This
One thousand different houses and Munchausen
I'ma make you wanna punch out some fuckin' one
"Ouch, what the fuck you hit me for?"
Screamed life
to wobble on weezy
And we don't want no problems
OK you're a goon whats a goon to a goblin?
Yeah big Kane on the beat
I, I fuck around and leave
or you're lookin' for a sure fight
Fuck the police
We already know they ain't about no fuckin' peace
You want to know what I think's in store?
Justice
the plan is
We going to rob them one
By one, humiliate them enough to
Make them lose credibility, feel me?
Yeah, I feel ya
Good, now see that ho over there
of dissin' me, Kane will leave that ass rotisserie (What)
Earth, wind, fire we be those elements
It's evident, as we come to represent
yourself real one
Distant relative
We ain't Relatives
Yeah we talk one or two times
When we blessing it
Blessing what
Anything
I just wanna get it in
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
'cause even with leverage
I can rock your domepiece worse
Than the wop ever did what?
Ha ha haha is you out your fuckin' mind?
Ask me to blast
No need
The lame stuffer
Bang, deranged fucker
I walk bys and guys became Kane Tuckers
Make enemies, make friends
I make money, money make moves in the state
'cause the purpose I serve is to soothe
I'm tall, dark and handsome and all that junk
Even white girls be sayin' "Ooh, Kane's a hunk!"
Even
armor seems to keep me stable
I know you jealous
I just hope we wont be
Kane and Abel
Gone flick ya Bic
And watch me burn up
All my deepest secrets
Gone
and transferred
(White Cheddar)
Knock, Knock, Knockin' on Satans door
This life of mine, yo I couldn't fuckin' hate it more
Ill gladly risk mine for the sake
spine
Big, big big thick bitch what's ya lie
She said she wanna pop the seal by the spa
Smoking, smoking on the 93 keep me high
Smoking on the 93 keep me
you got
Fuckin' with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it goes in our family
'Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
you got
Fuckin' with niggas that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it goes in our family
'Cause this Outlaw shit is what we stand for gradually
wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father
Intro Part One: Method Man
Yeahhh, torture motherfucker what?
[Torture nigga what?]
What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
with
and survive..
And my name is Ant Live
[Big Daddy Kane]
Now that's what I'm talkin bout
That's EXACTLY what I'm talkin bout
Put your weight on it fellas
G. and Daddy Kane, the click Texas, pop you to death
I put private planes on swift Jetsons, niggaz know what it is
When you see the ball cap
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