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