Intro:
It is no longer 1999...
And I live in a world of one track minds...
Where the industry feeds us fashion design...
That creates MCs that cannot rhyme...
For ten years I waited to make my move...
Now we'll see who'll win, and who'll lose...
And if I had to state my word...
Say this'll probably be the realest shit you ever heard...
I been watching, from afar...
I know where you live, I know who you are...
Redemption is my only scar...
And so my heart bleeds dark, like tar...
So I treat my friends today like they'll be enemies tomorrow...
So when they die, I'll have no sorrow...
Just remember those you decide to cross...
Cuz if your door gets knocked on you get knocked off
Verse:
Who's that six foot bald nigga from New York
With the gangsta walk, the gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em and kill 'em
I'm wildin', I'm illin
I don't give a fuck about you, and that's my feelin
I'm in a brand new house nigga chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nigga spillin
Trainin the baddest bitch, givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The Tunnel know you pussy ice grillin
Man bein a bitch must really be fufillin
Cuz alotta niggas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario, gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link
Bracelet and the matching necklace
And I'm too shiny V Vs glowin in your ear
New gun, new jewels, new album new year
Niggas think they bigger than the game
I got news for you *Willy*, let's take it back to Philly
So you can find your roots, fuck braggin on your loot
Nigga you aint that hard
And a nigga can't spend no money layin in the graveyard
Omigod, it really shocks you
This can't be the same motherfuck
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