Chef’ll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to baltimore to fort greene
But hold up, moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit timbs
Wit mac-10’s and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
You wanna battle for cash and see who sun too?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
Niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
Can’t stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin scud missles
You rollin like trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it’s just slang rap democracy
Here’s the policy, slide off the ring, plus the wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at
Caesar’s palace eatin salads
We beatin mics and the keys to dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man’s cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in rappage
But all I need is my house, my gat, my ac
Bank account fat - it’s goin’ down like that
And pardon the french but let me speak italian
Black stallion, dwellin on shaolin
That means the island of staten
And niggaz carry gats and mad police from manhattan


Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
It’s for real though, let’s connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces
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Martin Amis "honoring" katie price with a character bearing some of her traits