Last year record companies were chumpin me
But now like chicks they all be up on me
and me so h****, I hit em like a groupie
s***** off my hat wash my d*** and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake m************ started perpetrating live, I've
achieved mad props though n***** roll around in jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
And I mean it it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
So Lil Dap s***** the mic and show the m*********** out
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real n***** aight
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
A n**** said he couldn't do it til the s*** hits the fan
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and b****** won't get enough
A Lil Dap what's that? f*** around you get slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a m*********** what to do with his life
n***** tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a b**ba claat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you p**** rappers be out
From the ghetto I let go, s*** to make you petrol
Watching fly n***** show you how to rhyme a******
You know the m************ situation
So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't f*** with me
and all the honies be loving me
My style be kicking crazy b***
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy b***
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa f*** your girl and I'll drop her
cause she be working on my nerves
and yo I got more gang than the b**** got curves
I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics p***to
and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack
because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
I'm a come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the f*** out my path...
But now like chicks they all be up on me
and me so h****, I hit em like a groupie
s***** off my hat wash my d*** and keep it movin
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rip New York and a million different places
State to state country to country
My skills are legend in the style of poetry
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five
Before the fake m************ started perpetrating live, I've
achieved mad props though n***** roll around in jeeps
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks
And I mean it it's all done with the mind
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout
So Lil Dap s***** the mic and show the m*********** out
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real n***** aight
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
A n**** said he couldn't do it til the s*** hits the fan
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and b****** won't get enough
A Lil Dap what's that? f*** around you get slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a m*********** what to do with his life
n***** tend to live trife, so I react with the mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
Aiyyo 'ru, what's your function meet me at Broadway junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet i just kick it
Aiyyo son, if you're ready Guru starts to flip it
Earl, with my three-eight-five shot I bust a b**ba claat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you p**** rappers be out
From the ghetto I let go, s*** to make you petrol
Watching fly n***** show you how to rhyme a******
You know the m************ situation
So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'ma touch on reality, chumps can't f*** with me
and all the honies be loving me
My style be kicking crazy b***
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy b***
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa f*** your girl and I'll drop her
cause she be working on my nerves
and yo I got more gang than the b**** got curves
I'm like gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics p***to
and I know, I break your back with my rap like smack
because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
I'm a come back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the f*** out my path...