INFAMOUS J ALL UP IN YA FACE
YOU GET SHOT UP AND TURN PRIEST JUST LIKE MASE
YOU LITTLE, YA SOUL LIVES IN A DOLL
I SELL YA ASS FROM "QUEENS CENTER MALL"
THIS MY FIRST DAY AND I SPIT LIKE CRAZY
TIE YOU TO A CHAIR WHILE YOU WATCH ME FUCK YA LADY
AND IF YOU DON'T HAVE ONE THAT'S COOL THOUGH
HIT YOU BACK WITH A LINE THAT'LL MAKE YOU BEGGIN MO'
I FUCK YOU UP LIKE I DO TO OTHERS
SO KEEP TO YA SELF, DON'T CRY TO YA MOTHER
YOU LITTLE AND I'M BIG
AFTER THIS POST I GOT YOU DOIN THIS...
I RHYME SICK LIKE POISON AND SLICKNESS MIXED
AND WHEN IT GOES WRONG THEN MY WORDZ END UP LIKE YA SHIT
FROM THIS DAY YOU BE HOLLERIN
DON'T TELL YA CREW FA THAT AND WHEN EVEN I COULD FUCK EM ALL MYSELF
AND IN RAPS I NEVER FELL
CAUZE MY SHIT SHOULD BE LOCKED IN A CELL, IT AIN'T HARD TO TELL
GOT YOU RIPPIN UP YA BOOK OF RHYMES
CAUZE WHEN IT COMES TO WINS I GET MINES
SO FUCK YOU MY LYRICS ARE CRIMES
IT DON'T TAKE LONG TO KNOW IT'S FROM A N.Y. STATE OF MIND




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