Shit but it wasn't us They want to know why I hit like that, spit like that, Shit like that, maybe because I get like that, Kick like that, rip like that They want to know why I rhyme like that, shine like that, Climb like that, 'cause the world is mine

Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be fucking with other niggas shit, but they can't be fucking with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be chivalrous So I rest defense on my ligaments Pistol

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick

Break me, shit, yo Just waking up in the morning gotta thank God I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dogs, no smog And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog I got my grub on, but didn't pig out Finally got a call from a girl want to

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow

Uh, mic check 1-2 (Go get 'em) Listen close, nigga, yeah Uh, if rappers want it, they can get it Flow tighter than four fat bitches sittin' in a Civic My flows are unimaginable, Hannibal Lecter shit Eatin' emcees for breakfast, bitch Since I was born to

But come on, come on down Sweet Virginia Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes Wadin' through the waste stormy winter And there's not a friend to help you through Tryin' to stop the waves behind your eyeballs Drop your reds, drop your greens and

Shit is for real we abouts to get hectic I open my eyes to the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens motherfucker carrying guns in couples And

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

Are you smelling that shit? The only thing that's ever stopping me is me, hey Then know that my life was just a killer dream, yeah Eau de résistance Some princes don't become kings You only get what you grieve I testify if I die in my sleep Even at the