Check it, check it, check it, check it!
This here for the motherfuckin record
Here we here we here we go, here we here we go
Can I can I can I kick a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas cant hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud, its gonna rain
But I dont give a fuck Im letting niggas know they cant hang
Dont give me no lip, dont give me no backtalk, yeah break North
Dont make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off
Once again, niggas know my style, God damn it
Unless its on the cut so give me the mic and watch me slam it
Hard like Shaquille, oh you better kneel
When you see me comin, Big Scoob got em runnin
Sex when I flex I catch wreck on the world tour
With dough in my pockets big like the Biscuits in CB4
Set up a contest, Im coming, Im taking the dough
They wouldnt pick you even if you had a afro
So dont try me, you better walk by me
Ill do you like the first part in Menace II Society
Like Cypress Hill, yo, Im insane
Ill shoot a hole in your toe
Ill make you jump like the House of Pain
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang
Niggas cant hang, niggas cant hang
Bang biggy bang biggy bang bang, motherfuckin niggas cant hang
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime youre ready, check it:
I got seven Mac 11s, about eight 38s
Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends
You cant touch my riches
Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 bitches
Biggie Smalls the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
Thats how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lambsbread
Little Gotti got the shotty to your body
So dont resist, or you might miss Christmas
I tote guns,I make number runs
I give mcs the runs, drippin
When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away
Everybody hit the d-e-c-k
My slow flows remarkable, peace to Mateo
Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniffed the yayo
Thats crazy blunts, mad Ls
My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells
Oh my god, Im dropping shit like a pigeon
I hope youre listenin, smackin babies at their Christenin
Yeah, where the motherfuckin thugs at?
Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger
We gonna do this shit like this
I thank the lord for my many blessings, though Im stressin
Keep a vest for protection, from the barrel of a Smith & Wesson
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Aint nothing separating us but my MAC-10
Born in the ghetto as a hustler, older
A straight soldier, buckin at the bustas
No matter how you try, niggas never die
We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
You see me striking down the block, hitting corners
Mobbing like a motherfucker, living like I wanna
And aint no stopping at the red lights, Im sideways
Thug life, motherfucker crime pays
Let the cops put their lights on: chase me nigga!
Zig zaggin through the freeway: race me nigga!
In a high speed chase with the law
The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
Yo, this goes out to everybody from Staten Island
Yo, times is getting hard, word is bond, I swear to God
I even got caught trying to steal from the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
So they get a Glock and lick shots to get props
And when shit rocks all you can hear when the shells drop
An old man got shot in the parking lot
In front of my building I hang with his grandchildren
And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide
And hide, but he got knocked by the homicide
And this happens everyday around my way
So I pray that I can live another day
 This how we gonna do it, hold up Cee, aiyyo, lets try this
 Staten Island in the motherfuckin house!
Wassup, Wu-Tang Clan in here or what?
Now whats the bullshit niggas been saying
Dont try to act like Martin now with that I was just playin!
No need to grieve for more, now that the beef is on
Uhh!! Oh yeah motherfucker, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap dont meant that youre catching wreck with me
Step to this Ill give your mic a vasectomy
I only know one nigga that can come next to me
No, thats a tattle, cause I cant count my own shadow
A battle, I gots to have it, lest youre gonna rob me
Like they did, Whittaker when he fought Chavez
Cause when it comes to going against Kane rappin
Thats like a pimp trying to pull a nun, aint nothing happenin
Non-resistible, non compatible
Im not saying Im the best, Im just saying Im fuckin incredible
And lets just get one more thing understood
If I fart on a record, trust me nigga, that shit gon sound good