Sometimes I have deep thoughts when I be in my whip
Thinking about Remy, just me and my b**h
MTV made a list, I wanna discuss
None of them artists was from Brooklyn, we left in the dust
They never rode the 8-train or the 24-bus
They all sus, them n***as bleed just like us
How they spit crack? Their coke never expanded
Them n***as better learn the Ten Crack Commandments
Gun charge at a young age, they locked me up
Cause I was hypnotized by Machine Gun Funk
What goes around comes around, you don't get away with nothing
You gotta face the consequence like Joe Budden
If New York n***as keep rapping like they from Miami
I ain't going back to Cali, I'm going back to Cali
.40 Caliber, scream and gimme the loot
He can't tuck a gun, his skinny jeans skinny as Snoop
And dice high to the sky, you can die in a minute
If you lying in your lyrics cause the sky is the limit
You raps is unbelievable, you ready to lie
We ready to k** and we ready to die
Pusha T got beef with Young Money, disbelief
Didn't Biggie let you n***as know what's beef?
Who shot ya? You're nobody 'till somebody k**s you
Long kiss goodnight, I'm warning what I will do
I reached my peek, I can't speak
Call Kay Slay, tell him that my will was weak
Before I let you outta town and murder New York
I'll k** hip hop myself, suicidal thoughts