Listen to the don
Theres nothing you can do
To make me run away from this game here, this game here
And there is no emcee
To put the competition to Kim no, Kim no
Yes Im telling you from the start
I will break your little heart 
Theres nothing you can do
So just respect the don
There is no word you can say
That it would offend the Kim no, better listen
Im gonna, murder them, murder them
Any competition Im gon murder them
Im gonna, blow off they whip
Blow off they whip
All you frontin emcees, Im gonna, blow off your whip
When Im gone, you will appreciate my shit
When Im gone, youll wanna spit my lyrics
But Im gwan, Im not gon put up with this
I swear to God, you jealous niggas make me sick
See, I aint got all day
Some-fuckin-body gon pay
Got things to do and places to be
Im bout to take back whats owed to me
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant
The livest one, we right here, we right here, we right here
All yall, let it go, no disrespectin Hov
Four years since Doubt drop, eleven million records sold
Five nigga, volume two
Dogs who be grinnin, then they
Try to get out of line, four cases pendin
Three niggas got it coming, say May-June
Six albums dropped cock-suckers stay tuned
Its Jay everyday, no days off
No jewels drippin and I took the shades off
You wanna ruck with me? Slug you one comfortably
Put you back where your stomach should be 
Im dangerous when tempted, best left alone
Best believe the gun got Tourette Syndrome
Beretta sounds like Berreepp when its thrown
Youre heading for a cold place, youngin, dress warm
Too much hustle, too easy to touch you
Little fucks you, go play
PS Jay, PS B-R-double-O-K
L-Y-N, stay out my way
Me and P.S. L-I-L to the K
I to the M, B.I. to the end
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Yall niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Love for B.I.? Then bust one in the sky
Haters watch your back
We might bust one in ya eye
Its going down tonight
So dont get outta line
Enough menve tri-ed
But nuff men-a di-ed
Biggie crowned me, Miss Queen Bitch forever
Even left me this thrown and an iced out tiara
What?! What the fuck, who the fuck, wanna fuck
With this Brooklynite bandit
Blow you off the planet
This girl, never troubled no-one
But if you trouble this girl
It gwan bring-a bum bum 
What a bum bum
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees, with these
Supreme balla like, lyrics I call em like I see them G
You niggas sound like me
Pardon my French, but uh
Sometimes I get kinda, peeved at these
Weak emcees
Yall niggas got some audacity
You sold a million, now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch
Bum bum BI bum bum
What a bum bum
What a bum bum