see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got
the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm
outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then
proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin
rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin
money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew
moving
just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor
when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and
soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When
rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock
dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley
Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we
got the
tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries
lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but
the
fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City
niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and
dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so
me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few
get
roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the
host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -
they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our
team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.
....They
supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we
play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to
bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As
money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin
while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or
corrodin...
