Y'all coward n***as make a n***a like me laugh
What the f** yea, yea chargin' y'all n***as
Yea, yea behold the only thing greater than yourself
[Verse 1]
I'll slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold
I'll have every Latin in the country aimin' at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin' he sellin' the most dope
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, f** tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playi'n this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin'
Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin'
Women shakin' they ovaries, look what we accomplishin', what
[Refrain]
We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got"
We got better b**hes than you got "What You Got"
We run with more k**as than you got "What You Got"
We got better whips than you got "What You Got"
We got better cribs than you got "What You Got"
We got better b**hes than you got "What You Got"
We run with more k**as than you got "What You Got"
We got better lyrics than you got "What You Got"
[Verse 2]
Coming to k** me, I can't hear that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine won't help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list
My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, I'mma show them the real threat
Cause I'mma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only d** before miracles
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm a**umin'
If we all super heroes, these b**h n***as must be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat
Brat little n***as, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Can't hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))
sh**tin' on MC's, wipin' my a** on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, b**h
[Refrain with slight variation]
[Verse 3]
Least but not last, I'll blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up the bra** for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest, my pa**ion ain't dormant
I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus
My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the gla** of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces
Lay you out dead in the gra** on the forest
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed across it for rhymin' like a f*g in a cordless
Murder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches
Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya d** for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus
Breakin' companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin' s** offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. k**as on every corner, surrounded by Jewish lawyers
What what what..
[Refrain]