Inspectah Deck - That Ni**a lyrics

[Inspectah Deck] Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture I wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout it For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert One, two, when I exhale, the one-two Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q. Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy There's so many fraud, how could you call that real? I supply fire that'll forge the steel Can't ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With who?) With that n***a, that kid, you're sure to feel Big money, big guns, big cars and all Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster's Ball Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes From the 718 to the 310 [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] They see me in the streets they be like (That's that n***a) Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that n***a) Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that n***a) All across the board they goin' (That's that n***a) Girls of the world say (That's that n***a) All across the board they goin' (That's that n***a) They see him in the streets they be like (That's that n***a) Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that n***a) [Inspectah Deck] The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed Number one with a bullet, that's co*ked to squeeze He's artist of the year, who can touch me son? Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begun My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise Now what n***a? Only d** sell quicker Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the ma** I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business I'm bound by my honor, so ya'll bear witness [Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared For the Top Gun, smokin' like weed in the air Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God This is real life money, not a scene from a movie U.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie The groupies crowd the 6 point o If it's like that now, wait til this joint blow Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some The ma**es, holla for son, hot as the sun That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin' Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin' [Chorus]