method manVerse three: jadakissAiyyo my attitude is subject to change, i mess aroundAnd spit twelve at the driver's side door of your rangeSix hit you, the other six, up in your dameMafia style, leave you with your watch and your chainsTake heed that, not only can i flow i can aimCause y'all misdemeanor ****** can't stand the reignBetter believe that, whenever i see y'all i'ma test yaOnly cause i know that faggots respect pressureHardcore, like shit you get, kicked out the yard for'kiss ain't the cops, but i lock ****** upYou could meet me in my cell i soak and sock ****** upFar as the flow go, you could let your dough showPut your money on the table, we could battle on cableY'all hot dog ****** get nathans**** around with jason, that shorty from the lox, john blazinVerse four: raekwonMy son cool out (what) don't beef yo, throw the tool outLet's run these ******, kidnap they work, make em move outCrushed hash, hands is like glass, keep the heatIn the dash, did some dirt for some work, caught a gashThe flicker blocker, wicked sneaker rocker footwearStrike me out god, stackin up joints, rack em like footlockerThis is raw, raw like **** kid, representHere to crenshaw, hold my words stronger than a benz stallRelentless, the anthology consolidatedWith the quickness, dress up in the wig and blouse, killer sicknessLex, imagination large, gold cardsBeat the bogus squad brains that connect put on the older godSpecialist, iciclist, woolridge collarFeelin the rich, work for every dollar don't snitch, that's whyBroke ****** who got heart god, sign em upStart the wind up, we john blazin, don up in the line upChorusVerse five: fat joeIt's simple mathematics, you gotta love usCause joey crack plus gat equals a lotta dead *************Just when you thought i was done, i recruited punTerror squad enterprise, undisputed dunnI'm from the slums where it's worse, bust with guns til it hurtsFor ****** with my funds on the firstAnd go to church like a mobsterDiscuss your death over shrimp and lobster, with my cuban partnersLucas with the cartridge, twenty shotRun up on any block, disrespect any copUsed to run many spots, now i own shopsGortex with the lot, five sixty-four bills a popI'm hot, who wanna get burned?I fire one in your knot and watch your whole ****** head turnYou best learn to parlay, i've had a hard day**** around with the don and get john blazedChorus 2x
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