Story behind the song
Full Version Of The Sample.
Lyrics
Come up to me and what, you think im playin around.
Fuck that, gotta gat, gotta tilt my hat, youll get smacked..
And if you on crack, don’t come around me.
Cuz you will get slapped, and youll really see.
What its like, to come against a master emcee.
Im a genious with this shit, a real fukin G.
And if you wanna battle shit, man your in the wrong place.
shut your ass up or youll get hit in the face.
C’mon! im outta control, everywhere I go.
Some of these fools wont even ever know. But I still gotta warn ya.
When I get on the mic, most of these poseser cant discribe what its like.
But still! I keep goin and I keep goin on, got some people sayin to me
What the hell are you on.
But I aint phased, by this childish maze.
Comin through this room, tearin up every page.
And if it aint good enough, man that’s just tough.
Cuz when I ride threw the block, im ridin ruff. (DMX: WHAT!)
I seen a lot of stuff. But I still cant see.
Why a bitch like this would wanna battle me.
So, lets go, drop the mic lets fight. Ima ill Emcee, so are the rhymes that I write.
It’s a little to much but I cant be touched. By any other rapper in this world of much.
What, now that im callin you out, you think im just talking shit, but I aint playin around. Listen to the sound, of my fuckin base bump.
Come around my crew and you getting jumped. Punk!
And no we don’t play, when it comes to fools, you betta watch what you say.
And better watch how u talk, and better get out my way.
And betta whatch where you walk. Because im ready today.
So when you see me on your street, betta know im the illest
When I stab you in the chest with the flat head or the Phillips.
Cuz im the realist, im the realist MC, to ever walk the streets.
Without a 9 milimeter PEACE.
