No, Flagro, uh, what?
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through
Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out
Let's talk about it
What, yeah, now put ya hands up
Uh, what, now put ya hands up, put ya hands up
Now get ya back up off the wall

I'm better feeling than running raw
Chain gang link I need a shrink
What y'all niggaz think I'ma do when I get real money
Lano keys played in series, peace to Lil' Cease
Microphone track board, loose chord, oh Lord
Promo number one Sadat X had a grenade
And the have next day I smashed the shit Allie played
Now we delayed by ninety days, you better find me anyways

You better return to the Terror dome, ain't nobody home
Non-haters play the corner in the elevator
Crash crews smack the open palm, so you don't bruise
You push a button and what happens nothing
I push one and there's a man with a gun in the doorway
I'm in 4A, I been in there all day
I had some smokes, some bitches and chicken on a slab
There's enough for everybody so y'all niggaz don't grab

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up

Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but I might just flee

The second coming of Christ
I'll make you run for your life, it's like a gun up against a knife
You can never win, when we fight to the end, I'm tight with the pen
Don't be going off the head, cause they be blown off the head
And showin' off the skills of the mentally dead
I do the knowledge before any words get said
Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red
Pimps be dead in rap, everybody's fed with that

Y'all could go ahead with that
I'm trying to show you where my head is at
Dread be the positive black, drop the B, you get lack
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Uhh, Lord Jamar the imperial
Microphone serial killer, urban guerrilla
You acting mysterious, we out to take this rap shit serious
Slap the taste out of your mouth, then break out

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up

Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but I might just flee

Now I'ma put a rush up on molasses
Breeze on through like easy passes
Wiggle more asses than aerobic classes
El kabong, my people blaze them trees up like Cheech and Chong
Get that ass open like a pair of butt cheeks in thong
For sure dog, I don't mean to come off pushy
Blaze your party hot, and have it smelling like D'bussy
Spit my phlegm and drop my gem
Collect my wins and copy the Benz with the icy rims

I be dramatical, mathematical, radical thriller
The mic killa wreckin' more shit than Godzilla
Matter of fact I'm more iller, knock your shit off the pillar
The four wheeler touched every flava but vanilla
You know my name, my game, so shorty shake that thang
I get you open like them ball head niggaz on Rogaine
Spit my flow all the way from New Ro'
To Acapulco, white poos brown like cocoa
Flip flows def like so, so

Come on, come on, come on, yo
So get your back up off the wall
What, I said dance, come on, come on
So put your hands up

Stop frontin' and pop somethin'
Cornball niggaz stay frontin', ain't got nothin'
Mad 'cuz the life I lead, twice ya speed
Brown skinned mami, that's the wife I need
Light that weed, front nigga might just bleed
Tryin' to ball with y'all but I might just flee