Murray; my Def Jams, they will get in ya I slice and dice my competition like a ninja [Chorus x2] [Afu-Ra] Now let me introduce you, to the man, the
tell them, run and tell them Ali coming I said bring me along, bring me along, bring me along, Ali is coming (Whoa, Hang) Bring me along, bring me along, bring me
niggas Steal my shit Put an alarm on my lyrics just in case my niggas try to steal my shit I Spit like text, Good like sex, Pop my Tape in yo deck and
watch what we do Since your rhymes are as fly as a fuckin' Emu So even if I only make MTV2 It's better than me stuck in a rut being you [Chorus] (It'
the show Any way I made my name on this scene as a teen And these broad page, pages that you seen that's just me Because my PR you no ruth down there
in my napsack) Pass it off I wanna flip (Let me show you how) Pass it off then buck for Staten Isle [Rubbabandz] My style is mad funky, gots to show
ready, bring it steady and heavy Motherfuckers gon have to kill me, before I'm gon let 'em Take me out for my money, bitch you trying my patience Trying to violate me, my
a single rubber Plus I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us Under the influence, catch me swerving Balling in a number six, like Julius Irving My watch and my chain, got me
trunk open, the bumper cocked Let my shit knock, I got my hand on my glock While the haters watch, I see these bitches on my jock I got my mug on mean
and my bets I got to screw my brothers by these snakes o industry And gotta watch my back before you dose ambush me You croocked demons lookin at me like
You see me, you can't believe that it's me Oh my God, he's in all my dreams Oh my God, you know how to sing Oh my God, it's you is this real? Ya you