Sylvia Robinson - The Message lyrics

[Intro] Yessirrr! [Verse 1] Esquire and GQ Don't kid yourself trying to say "Me too" Rid yourself of thinking that me is you You ain't me and n***a you can't be I got the flow irregular, so ahead of ya The virtue hurts you 30 thousand for the cellular I got a million in the air Secret service men you don't know that they there [Break: DJ Drama] Gangsta Grizzil I got a lifetime supply of ICECREAMs! [Verse 1] [Verse 2] You can't a**a**inate when I'm in my flashy state They smugglin' the actors with the Accolate She hungry she wanna know how soon Chill ma we got Mr. Chow's in the room Eat how you supposed to, sleep how you supposed to Sit in the motherf**ing back seat like you supposed to This for certain we totally urk 'em Put down the window but leave up the curtain f** with their minds and do the reversing Open up the boat with your grill just smirkin' Gangsta grizzil bright light like a vigil The watch full of water but I guess it's on chizzil Don't get izzil cause if it get for real The AK-47 a**ault rifle Don't get up for more cause I'll hit you with the rifle Or hit you in the spine and leave that a** cripple All of you is dizzil or, or cat pizzil Bubble in the heat so they temperature sizzle Them n***as rizzil