[Verse 1] I gots no birth records, no next of kin Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends Know the weather checkin ten ten winds A.M., first and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cash in Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose Cuz you gon lose I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas Keep showin y'all with difficult this Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge What type of shit is that, fraudulence But what's the cause of it Nature came through, erasin all of it Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions I repeat this is not a question If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press 'em Keep the glock by the intestines 38 waist, wit a belt Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft
HOOK: Believe me when I tell you this [2X] Nothing y'all can do for me [2X] I don't believe in selfishness This time I want my crew to eat, my crew We comin through a hundred strong [2X] Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that You want it then and want it now We want it now
[Verse 2] Yo, ayo I rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain I rap for math, english, even rap for science Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankess, the Mets It's New York, New York, from Clue to Flex New cassettes stay poppin up Your boo let me throw my cock in her Rap it got me two proper nuts It's crazy, I even rap for my high school coach White folks feened out like in Michael Dotes Green out, dope stashin, for those askin I flow for TV, HBO in closed caption
HOOK
[Verse 3] Ayo, don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts Don't go to Queensbridge nigga don't go to cops Don't snitch when you gettin bagged In the pens don't bitch when you gettin stabbed, just hold that I pose for Kodaks, rose to stardom, hoes in Harvard Sophomores get knocked off, nigga watch yours I watch the game like in St. Johns It aint wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen, paint songs Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move Some'll snooze, some'll snore They won't admit that dunn is pure Once I quit, niggas wanted more Cop my shit once it come in store The first week we at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off Pop verses wit a hundred thoughts One thing, gettin caught in my zone, you become a corpse
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