Lyrics:
Ya'll ready know I got
My hand on my hammer
Mind on my cake, cause I grind for the cake
I do crimes for the cake
I could do the time but I
Ain't tryna'
ain't fuckin' with y'all
People waitin', some be hatin', I'll be shakin', they'll be fakin'
Waitin' for me to fall but yet they comin' off the wall
Till
homies that I
die for cause I love y'all
A body can't live without a soul up in it
When you dead ain't no second chance, but alive ain't no limit
So
honest I ain't feelin' like that, man I just really like rap
Y'all lucky, trust me
I'm opposite the hands of Sandusky
With the shit that my pen state,
Alota y'all be on that fuck shit for face
Every new savage a fake
I know some Buddha heads moving like Mase
Real niggas ain't playing so stay in your
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
Big L, rest in peace
Do you wanna mess with this?
One of the best yet
We've got it
You can feel the realness
In this business of rap
Go ahead
just try it and come back when you've done so
May seem crazy but I'm saying that shit fun tho
Maybe y'all ain't ready for that valuable life lesson
But
qualified
To be slangin' records nationwide
Bitch ass niggaz talkin' bout how they down to die
And why y'all ain't gotta ask no questions why
Partly
You better fuckin' knock a hole in your A-O
I'm marchin' with my AK one two three
Ya'll niggas want to be like us but it ain't gone be
Huh nigga
Life is shorter everyday my nigga make the right moves
Choose your hustle spots wisely police give you the blues
Lock you up put a strike by your
yet lost selves lost cause soft bet
I would wager they ain't educated on the process
Hold tight get a read on em
Body language speaking volumes
Loud
Better yet, y'all niggas party 'til you motherfucking pass out!
[Chorus]
C'mon! Throw yo' hands up high y'all
Light yo' L, get high y'all
Shit you
from across the Canal...
[Mystikal]
...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself
and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health
Bitch I'm the man, keep up
ain't shaking or stacking than y'all already lost
Already cross the light, Christ I'm ready for 'em
Plus anybody that saying no, I'm taking numbers
I'm
a lock on the streets
Too many Indians, not enough chiefs
My goals ain't never been out of my reach
10 steps ahead and Y'all under my feet
Wait, hold on,
of fame, ain't never playin' no games
Never croonin' is provin', that we ready for change
Never simpin' but they pimpin' my people, for the dollars
So I
you (ooh)
(Woo, shit, nigga)
I ain't finished yet, not by a long shot
Cole never snooze, won't even stop my alarm clock
Shout to Ryan Coog',
always ready to slaughter foes
So don’t you dare to go come and compare wit me
I rarely kill, I let die, I ain’t bothered, no
Between you and I there ain’t
you ready for
Show you somethin' you aint ever saw
My hittas be ready to let it off
Have bullets flying right up over your head like a metaphor
But I'ma
to introduce myself
Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H is my name
Jersey, what's poppin', we ain't gon' stop and
Keep'em heads boppin', the remix droppin'
Big girl, big
time I do it better just because
[Nas]
Yall know what it is
The streets named me Illmatic but yet I'm still at
Yeah haters
[Verse 1: Nas]
What happened to that other rapper y'all used to fuck with?
Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, Whatever
That motherfucker
called heroes
Be your own
Gotta be yo own
Ain't even had my breakfast yet
Still I'm on my next, next step
Gotta call me if we haven't met yet
Bet
What
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