check, i ride thru Bronx wit tha biggest chips, got tha biggest whips//
wit sumthin lightskin in tha passenger that got tha biggest tits//
im a hot tempered nigga, quick 2 pull out tha trigga//
niggaz talkin like they bigga like they speakin tha truth//
thats why im sendin u a message 2 tell u how it go in tha booth//
and dont look around homeboy cause im speakin 2 u//
u want 2 go at it wit me, i send u back 2 ur birth//
and this time make sure that u born in a church//
so as soon as u r i can put u back in tha dirt//
and send u back 2 wat u worth, u aint worth my time//
ur rhymes is wack dog u jus makin a noise//
u killin my eardrums and u not even makin a voice//
i see water when u spit, not cause it flow, its moist//
talkin that stupid shit u sound like Nas on some roids//
and i can get religious too check how Takeover do//
when i pull out 2 glocks and bless hail mary's on u//
talkin bout u alwayz was broke, its cause u neva sold soap//
u neva was dope, u talk like u hope and really is trash//
i come in tha church wit 2 glocks shoot up tha Mass//
ur family reunion, ancestors, shoot up ur past//
im tha hottest nigga in tha game yall shud notice my name//
cause it brings joy 2 all those who cherish it well//
see tha life thru my eyes, now u notice its hell//
spend a day in my shoes then i'll give u respect//
till then u get none its jus bullshit u rep//
u can stay in ur hoopty while im flyin in jets//
wit tha dymest ma's got tha slanted eyes and tha thickest thighs//
going down 2 tha islands and we rentin out tha sickest rides//
im str8, as long as i got the grip on my waist//
money in my pocket, i got a smile on my face//
i was known jus 2 thug out right in my dugout//
Boogie down where i be, shit be all bugged out//
used 2 have tha slugs out in case they bugged out//
made my money off dice shootin and fiends that used to drug out//
i was yung real dumb robbin niggaz 4 fun//
now i rob 4 money, cars, jewels and even a gun//
and as long as im alive my family gonna be str8//
i got u my niggaz, hold it down, whether robbin or weight//
i blaze by tha cops, i was raised by tha block//
wasn't raised by my pop, but still a chip off tha block//
i make money everyday while all u do is pray//
tha only way 2 stay rich is 2 have it in gray//
i cruise by, laid back, watch u scroungin 4 a chip//
body in tha backseat, look like im loungin in tha whip//
u call urself God's property, im a send u 2 meet him//
u talkin like we in church, im not sayin i dont need him//
lord forgive me 4 my sins, but niggaz be outta line//
talkin like they tha only ones that dont be outta line//
im Bronx's own, New York's most wanted//
Hugh Hef of tha game, im a playboy and all tha bitches in on it//
u thinkin u nice cause u prophesizing in text//
cant wait 2 see tha bullshit that u come up wit next// FUCKIN LAME ASS NIGGA


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