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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