[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Set it off, set it off, get it off now
Get out or you headed North now
Ain`t comin at you like its soft now
We pullin out tonite
Rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa pa
Rapapa pa
[Verse 1]
Y`all dudes be watchin T.V., see the MC, get the CD
Believin every word he`s heard spit, you best believe me
So when I get to spittin, this should be so excitin
You see your favorite rapper and you can`t believe you like him
Saw a tear comin from your eye now
Can`t really pretend you fly now
So you still frontin but why now
Feel like you can`t touch the sky now
What the people really feelin, let`s find out
If you rockin with a nigga, let`s ride out
We got no time to lie down
Young girls in the fuckin cryin out
Its the way that I walk and I talk like
I`m a real Brooklyn-New York type
You know the type to push niggaz off bikes
One summer only rock Air-Force Nikes
Gonna put it down answer the door right
Go hard to the paper with all night
Spit that murder rap, murder rap rap
Sounds like rapapa
[Interlude]
Rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa pa
Rapapapapa
Rapapapapa pa
G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah
G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah
G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah
G-yeah, g-yeah, g-yeah
G-yeah, g-yeah
Here we go, here we go
Here we go, here we go c`mon
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
These niggaz screamin how they take your life ??? dreamin
They leave the proof so they can keep their man a cure appointment
Say they be on the block and they got ammunity
They can`t even scare white people and they pay their community
And I know you got a wife and you not playing with your kids
That`s why I don`t believe in half the shit you say you did
Treat you like Craig, you ain`t gotta lie
Like B.I. somebody gotta die
I keep these niggaz on their toes, fuck it, somebody gotta try
I make the mystery DIE, I`m like Magnum P.I
Its just a fax when I RAP, I got `em trapped like T.I
Niggaz get 24`s and shit they ain`t got money for
And put on some funny clothes to holla at some funny hoes
And what you think that make you a man huh
That don`t make you nothin but a bumma
Drop, pause and they ain`t no cameras
Gangstas gotta cry your manner
You rockin a shook demeanor, probably scared to throw some joints
Ain`t gonna bust a nina, nothin sweeter, what`s the point?
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
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