Yo, uh, yo, call me the JV artist
That means I own two joint ventures an' two different labels
Niggas that pay me homage
Been in this game for nine seasons
That's nine reasons why I'm expired the rhyme beefin'
Y'all niggas is rappin' ass backwards
I left twenty spots since beginnin' this rap shit
All yo papi lo que pasa contigo
Mad 'cause I'm the only nigga reppin' our people
When I came in this game, no one wanted the job
All of a sudden, niggas actin' like they wanna go hard
Spittin' venom 'bout the Squad, try an' shittin' the God
This ain't no 'Scarface' shit, blow up your kids in the car
An' since you wanna act like you livin' a movie
I'll hit you with more shots than Bruce Lee got
In a 'Fist of Fury'
Bitch niggas, nothin' but snitch niggas
Today you on my dick, tomorrow you on his nigga
Got deported from the Squad, can't afford another car
Where's your house at? I heard you're livin' with your moms
(Livin' with your moms)
Blane nigga, better stay in your place
Keep talkin', burst a flame in your face, motherfucker
Yo, yo, with this comparison, the Geddy is God
'Cause even though you never seen me
I been put fear in your hearts
An' I'm smooth like a Mulo, it theme
Skip bullets of your Coogi beam before you knew you were seen
Yeah, I'm nice an' I don't care if you know
'Cause all you really need to understand is
How hard I'm rulin' with Joe
An' the streets is no place for late bloomers
Just gangsta niggas, snakes an' bitches
That meant to spread rumors
Listen, I'm from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid
Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot rapids
I'm what some might consider a ghost
'Cause I move at night
Plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close
I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist
I write dope, spit dust an' shit cocoa bricks
This is what you dicks need to act, knowledge
Or get the shit smacked outta ya fat cabbage
Don't ask why we act violent
We just killas an' thugs
Niggas wit mad talent that still dabble in drugs
I only rap now to speak to the streets
They say the Squad gotta feed 'em the beef
So we gonna feed 'em the beef
My nine milly blaze an' hit hard like Willy Mays
Since my kiddy days
Grew up with thugs who were really crazed
Ain't no silly games, right here be the truth
150 proof, whoever, I'm talkin' to you
They call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil'
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin' by
With your Iceberg team
You look when the light turns green
You're scared to death, don't make me have to air at ya chest
Or tear ya flesh for actin' like I carin' whats left
Anyone can get it in a minute, give it some time
I'm livin' this rhyme
Let my nine get in your spine, sit an' recline
Get so mad, forget an' rewind
So I can see what I did again an' just slide
To the next level, hop on the bike an' just pedal
Bustin' at your best rebel, who runnin' to test medal
Let me get settled, lay my mom down in this game
For niggas kinda refrain, I push 'em down in the train
'Bout it the same, my three cousins up in the Benz
Big, G Psycho an' E, y'all know what this is
Yo, yo, it's the T E a R, a, a R, a O, R Squad
So you know I gotta be that bitch Remy Mar
With Armageddon an' your nigga Joe, the God
Tony Sunshine an' motherfuckin' Prospect
Straight out the projects
A forest, where they kill for mil's an' they blast the steel
But I'm from murda murda Castle Hill
I got a big ass burner but I'll slash your grill
Yo' don't got no status, don't want no static
They knew you was loco toto an' I don't no Spanish
All I know is how to cock back an' aim for the cabbage
An' keep on bustin' 'til the bitch brain splatter
Aan' the kids won't matter when the crib's on fire
What you spit don't matter 'cause this bitch on fire
An' I won't stop rockin' 'til I retire
Any bitch disagree is a goddamn liar
Yeah, uh, infamous Terror Squad, nigga
Loyalty, what does it mean to you
How many a y'all niggas is loyal?
All these Benedict Arnold niggas
Switch sidin' niggas, ya heard?
Nigga, I throw this whole rap shit out the window
In a sec, ya heard? Joe Crack, the Don Diggler
The savior, Caesar, the streets is mine, nigga
We ride, who wanna test the record launcher, ya see 'em?
Uh, haha, feedin' you, feedin' you, feedin' you
Make your move, baby, c'mon
Step up, baby, they're all gonna laugh at ya
Woo, BX
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