Joell Ortiz - Finish What Yo Start lyrics

It's funny to me (yeah!) See, where I come from We act first, ask questions later (c'mon!) If I'm in there the whole place full up I'll use your lil' bar to do a pull-up Use your wack-a** tracks as target practice And tell the baddest broads to arch it backwards For years I wore the same Starter jacket And beat-up tees with the scars to match it Jeans with the holes, sneakers with no sole When Genesis dropped my Nintendo was so old Oh no, couldn't have that I put the pen where the pad at - VOIL! Magic I'll disappear in the booth, reappear messiah When I write, call it a night, vampire Ask around, your boy hot, and I uhh Don't plan to cool off like a campfire E'rybody gather round, I'mma tell a story Of a snot-nosed kid, try and smell the glory [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] + (Joell) I, shoot first ask questions last That's how most of these so-called gangstas pa** That's how most of these so-called gangstas pa** That's how most of these so-called gangstas, gangstas {C'MON!} I - shoot first ask questions last A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low A poof! How low, so low, so low, so low I (Well I'mma finish what you start!) This for the block mister, the rock pictures Late night, cranberry and Croc mixers Parkin lot pissers, Glock top shifters Dudes who stay fresh cause they shoplifters That's where I come from, so me no run from Bumbaclot p**y drummer boy, rumpa-pum-pum You no tough stuff, you my son's son You just bluff rough, me say come, come I'll give it to anyone who wants some Go silly on they Achilles until they run's done I keep a hot line, 9-1-1 Everyone say hi to the hero that won't go unsung A moment of silence while I give Pun some Scream Borrrrricua 'til your tongue's numb What's your angle? Haha, I know mine If it's cheese, +Swizz+ style, "SHOWTIME!" I ain't a troublemaker but my flow co*ky So all the pretty mamis yellin "GO PAPI!" Man that's so neat, and y'all so sloppy When you think I'm done sh**tin I do mo' copy{?} Just love to flex my rap muscle What muzzle? Dog, you just a Jack Russell Your bite weak and your bark a lil' pitch Relax, you no match for a hard-nosed pit' I can't find a track that my bars won't rip You guys are sick warrin with the Gaza Strip When I back out this pen all you guys'll strip Like you in Chippendales tryin to wind for tips (haha) No need to see, slow down and let the leader lead DJs, bring this back~! I'm what the needle need And I don't mean to get all mushy like my last b**h (BLAP!) Damn, I love this rap sh**