psssh it s my turn y knahmean get this motherfuckin money y know shit yeah i went double y know niggas is goin triple five ten platinum can t do what i do this is my game this is me y know yo it s my turn i demand my respect give me my burn or get slammed in your neck cause it s my turn i mma reach to the top gimme my burn i mma speak with the glock cause it s my turn don t make me turn your wig gimme my burn don t make me burn yo crib i mma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance but when the time is right me and the devil gon dance fuck you and yours make way i m comin through the door and screw the law breakin the rules ain t nothin new at all i m true to all the shit that i done check the clip in my gun respect the clique that i m from or get lifted or somethin dunn you just a small fry fuckin with the fall guy big pun the honorable all rise sky s the limit nothin less if my guys is in it for the right price even christ could get it fast life we live it all my memories are vivid i remember only minutes that s how i mentally get rid of all the enemies the spirits that definitely mimic my every melody and lyric which so heavenly rhythmic in magic do i build but math do be equally compatible and secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral i m from the streets deep in the barrio ain t no mario brothers official bronx niggas quick to body yo mother yo it s my turn i demand my respect give me my burn or get slammed in your neck cause it s my turn i mma reach to the top gimme my burn i mma speak with the glock cause it s my turn don t make me turn your wig gimme my burn don t make me burn yo crib i mma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance but when the time is right me and the devil gon dance  jesus h christ how many times i gotta pay the price you scared of death i ll make you twice as afraid of life i bring sight to the game for every night you complained you couldn t see the light i was bright in your brain ignitin the flame keepin your third lit speak and observe with the mind what are blind sleep til they worth shit i m earth wind and fire the first one to fire reppin t squad since birth til i retire i wire your jaw wire the walls with plastique explosives and riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers moms live keep flappin yo gibs and i mma come back with those kids from the back of the bridge i think two hand touch means tackle the bitch i rap for the chips but i m truly assassin four hundred pounds six feet tall brutally handsome that s the pro got beef with pun you gots to go mafia style tear you a new ass a hole flash your dough but you too cool for the captain cause i don t give a fuck if i was quadruply platinum and to the 50 cent rapper very funny get your nut off cause in real life you don t know i ll blow your motherfuckin head off that s my motherfuckin word you understand thought we was a fuckin joke shit terror squad nigga you don t know me you don t know my name don t say it you understand told you before i ain t no motherfuckin rapper understand shit i don t make no songs about rappers i don t like if i mma make a song it s gon be how i beat yo motherfuckin ass understand that ll be the name of the motherfucker that s why i had to beat your motherfuckin ass featuring tony sunshine t squaders t squaders t squaders and it s my turn i demand my respect give me my burn or get slammed in your neck cause it s my turn i mma reach to the top gimme my burn i mma speak with the glock cause it s my turn don t make me turn your wig gimme my burn don t make me burn yo crib i mma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance but when the time is right me and the devil gon dance5
['bronx hip hop', 'east coast hip hop', 'gangster rap', 'hardcore hip hop', 'hip hop', 'hip pop', 'rap', 'southern hip hop']