to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with I run with Suave, always packin' somethin' to kill with
the time with me I fuck 'em 'till they skeet and leave they name in the street Brother Marquis ain't nothin' to fuck with So don't get mad if I fuck
So follow me down the yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hos Shake that shit bitch Have me off in the club with a hard-ass dick Then drop
follow me down the yellow brick road Where niggaz go to see naked hoes Shake that shit bitch Have me off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop
on, you know it all, but God save (Hhh) Your ass for clashin' with the soul assassin' (Hey, hey) That's like Mike fuckin' with Poppa Joe Jackson (Hhh)
with nuts, what? My meat's bigger (what?) Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers with a deathwish, thinkin I'm the nigga to mess with Let the
yeah Hard and long, yeah Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah Break you off, yeah Get mine you goin' get yours, yeah That for sure, yeah You fuckin' with my
Kool G Rap] Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island, Iraq Island) Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island) [Chorus x2] [Noreaga] Yo, Listen to me
comin' to get ya You try to frame me without the picture Shit, I'm obligated, to be a Juvenile for life It don't change robbin' shit in this game I know
Island (Iraq Island) Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island, Iraq Island) Rikers Island, Rikers Island (Iraq Island) Yo, Listen to me young thug
off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me
broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder Said stay strong cuz his life is now over I flash back to the heathens that he roll with They shot him up
fuckin' fail ya The way niggaz be gettin' clapped, shit'll fuckin' scare ya But in the dark, we ran wild, so we killin' em Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin
Earl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms would hurry up so I could get buck While, Juvenile rippin' mics and shit New York, New York ready
killings to cartoons Got a picture of Malcolm X on the wall in my room Bitch want some more nigga, fuck with me I'ma doom shit Nigga give me dope, I
fly girls Tanqueray and Hennessey until I cold hurl Ten months in this gut, what the fuck I wish moms'd hurry up so I could get buck Wild, juvenile
thought the crown Do not forget who I am (yea!) From where I came and I play this fuckin' game Rest in peace B.I.G. - Respect for me Now let me bring
took it there you bee sayin with your swollin eye damn it just aint fuckin fair but your crew told you what was up you just didn't give a fuck my lyrics