see I bee your true choiceMind mine as overtime I got
the bite when I write I ignitgeit's like a fight on the mici'm
outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turnthen
proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a westernBeen rockin
rhymes since the days of Dimples Deeand we been gettin
money since the Treacherous Threenot just memy whole crew
moving
just like a silver shadowthrowin hammers like Thor
when we battleheads rattlerock and rollall that jazz, pop and
soulwhat we bring to hip hop be in the form ten foldWhen
rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Maloneon stock
dungot dope rhymes for your domeVisions of Shirley
Murdock - with my crew, as we layI got the 45th cocked - we
got the
tre's and AK's layed awayas we playin it in luxuries
lapNavy Seals is on our assI hear we due to get jackedbut
the
fact, you can't escapeyou see we're New York City
niggasfar from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and
dig thisthey're leaving no witnesses to the boutso
me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all outAs a few play postanother few
get
roastMartell for mariwinos - my blood stream the
hostgoin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -
they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our
teamLayed it down nights agosaid they was based in VA
They
supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we
play, every day, it don't ceasefrom the streets of no peaceto
bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As
money's foldinkeep it quiet like you know silence is goldentalkin
while my teams reloadinfind your mic and mind exploding or
corrodinsay I show them what it means to flip scriptand sink
your
battleshipslip and cock the clip inside the whipaimin for
the right tiessippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids
that think they learned it all from wise guyswhat they
dogoing through a lifetime without a cluewith the need to turn
around like the cap on my brewBe askin you when they be
tellin you your life ain't worth jackjones for jewelslong to leave
their name in your backNo riffthe 45th to tounge kiss, for
what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the
earthknee high - we piled style that you couldn't
deny$200 dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Filatill todaywe
don't playNever been one to run astrayusing my mind like the
nine as the rhyme leads the wayBorn buckin search of luckI
love the feel of sunshinebut sometime when it be raining, still
you'd see me unwindone time when I was young and far away
from
CancunHip Hop was mine to consumeto pass around in
Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explodeI'm hittin niggas
like
they owedbeholdI grab the mic with two hand choke
holdsI'm out to fold till I'm oldwith bank accounts of
untoldstash cashplus jars full of slivers of golda rhyme
rockerI gets
up in your mouth just like Binacawith the proper that be bangin
like a
sock over a lockerOnce again Dreslays it down with
the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu KangI brangmany

thang in event of battle webe the baddest be turning
babbles into babalitieson a road to explodecatch me on the
seldom
walkedfrom the sands of Sahara to the streets of New
Yorkto talk the time of weeven a blind man could seethat he's
living in the very last of days that be NYCN pge 2

Still got the heart of Simbaand the skills of Gepettomy style is
quasi motoill forms, that rock the ghettoWhas the deal
brome yo, I been chillin like Sub Zeronot that I'm your
herobut
yo, it's hot and full of Nero's so me, me and mine in line to
shine with true cloutElectricwith companydon't make us turn
your lights out HOOK