Jay-R reppin SJU & Queens did the intro beat and the main part is by Doe Boy outta Queens
Jay-R sent me the beat and das it, the 2nd beat was hot so i got on that 2
I don't got the intro verse, i duno where da f curse it is at
It’s like the 2nd coming *WHOA* Christians say it not fair
My flow holy, *YES* voice christens the air
Boy listen I’m rare *yeah*
I been hot since DMX was still spittin with hair *OK*
Machetes’ or desi’s pick any I’m ready I’m deadly
You ready? You petty you better hold onto your teddy
Too many too nervous so no they arms aren’t too steady
Go ahead, sleep on me, I’ll turn into Freddy
So what your rocks are cold I’ll get you rocked and rolled
My Shang Tsung flow will tear your flesh stop your soul
Pop you old calm down put ya arms down
You made men act like I won’t like lay a don down
I don’t think you get it you are not respected
All that I’ll dead it I don’t care who said
LI’s back on top now give me my credit
The best rapper in long Isle lives in Levit
Whoa whoa oh no I don’t think they playin
Whoa whoa oh no Ya hear what I’m sayin”
Whoa whoa oh no ya’ll better start prayin
We came to get it poppin
I dare you to try and stop him
Ya’ll can’t really hang ya’ll don’t really bang
You and your silly gang down for anything? *aw man*
You only reached for your hip when ya celly rang
Really mang, Jose- flow dirty like Nelly slang
I’m not a thug on the block I don’t spout led
I’m a businessman playboy I’m about bread
Get outta line though and I will leave your mouth red
And 911’s too slow you’ll be pronounced dead
You a thug so I tried to look up your last case
But no one with a badge ever saw your face
You thuggin? You lying, you really running and hiding
Ya boy someone gone find, iced out, no watches or diamonds
You never get girls you cock block fag
Always up in my face like a pop up add *aw dag*
I know you not hating are ya? Just cuz my laces Prada?
Homey the way I raise hell you’d think I’m Satan’s father
Whoa whoa oh no I don’t think they playin
Whoa whoa oh no Ya hear what I’m sayin”
Whoa whoa oh no ya’ll better start prayin
We came to get it poppin
I dare you to try and stop him
Me with a mic is like a mad man with a gun
Either you stand there shook or get smart and run
Spit it hot on a crack beat but I don’t pack heat
Check the fact sheet I dig chicks deep like Blackstreet
They like you Dominican? Nah pa you Rican
Hell no dodo I’m a 100% Belizean
I got some mex in me but no techs with me
Just bad broads on call to have sex with me *YUP*
Girls like you for your nice ice and whips
Girls like me for my nice eyes and lips
My right size it fits in they nice thighs that’s thick
Ya light rhymes is bitch I spit nice lines that’s sick
Give me any beat I’ll spit slow or fast on a free
I’ll “Roc-A-Fella” make his “Dame Dash” with me
You see what I’m about so how could you ever doubt me?
Remember it ain’t about nothing if it AIN’T ABOUT ME
Whoa whoa oh no I don’t think they playin
Whoa whoa oh no Ya hear what I’m sayin”
Whoa whoa oh no ya’ll better start prayin
We came to get it poppin
I dare you to try and stop him