[Intro]

Uh, Yeah. My gangsta rap with Rhymes

[Verse 1]

I'm trying to kick it with you

Only one thing left to do

I do what I do wit my crew

Free treats, free pay-per-view should be a clue

Sick like the flu, I’m rapping til I'm blue

The only bitch I respect, is tinted and fo' do’

Niggas round town actin like they fucked the Gangsta Boo

Straight up tell ya to ya face what I'm gonna do

And shout outs, to the rest of the crew

You been followin' my work and everything I do

My talent's advanced, you haven't a clue

Huh... what the fuck do you do?

After words I'ma slay a crew

Be original and write like the Captain do

He's the one I confine in

Feel the way, that I do

Here come plan two, separate they crew

You know how we do

Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay coo

You can make it through

I wonder, if I take your crew

Do the thing that porn stars do

Give respect where respect is due

World of his caved in

Spit the flows, and hit the do'

I can call my crew

We do what we do

Under the piece we drinkin’ brew

The voo-doo you’d do

Madballs, 156 corner crew

The alpha is when you do

Messin' with the wrong crew

And yo who got bamboo?

E’body wanna do what a playa do

Facial featchers favor hell ugly duckling of the crew

Where everyday life is shoot dice, drink brew

Never seen nothing like this I rip your whole crew

And you don't know what I will and I won't do

Rolling trough tha stocks, I'm so high, fillin’ that bitch in

Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do

Yes the peoples army stick togehther like glue

Yeah, I'mma take the loot, yeah, I'mma take the coup

Time to pay respects to a player from my crew

But personally it was the right thing to do

Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in

Zoo, then check Zoo, slice your whole crew

Cause life hates you, just like I do

9th Prince has come home, money is ours in 2009

Micc Check - 1,2 - whatchu fools gon do?

Damn it feels good, turn on, tune in

Why y'all hating the way y'all do

When they have not a clue

All we wanna do

Dressed in blue

Leanin' like a G do

Unleashed more of a clue

UFO's couldn't illuminate like my shine do

But expectin a check thinkin credit is due

Now watch how I come through, battle gear all blue

See us in the VIP what you gon' do

Ay say baby how you doin, actin like you new in

I'm gettin wise to what the power of two can do

Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost crew

Dem crackers found a hundred holes, but ain't got a clue

So boom, outta place and I sue ya crew

Throw on my timberlands, grabbed my crooked eye brew

Long nights let her chill with the crew

I'm telling you, bailing off is what you better do

Yeah, yeah, we going in, we going in

I said what y'all bitches really come to do

Drink some'n, smoke some'n, gon' get it in

Zoo, then check Zoo, slice your whole crew

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

Some people like gettin up when I'm just gettin in

Its a every style, nah gon live like people do

And Burrells for supportin all the wars that we fought in

So shes doin it for me, only if you knew, boo

You respect how I did what I got to do

Yo, I'ma walk in, yo, yeah, better walk in

Man, they break more laws than a nigga do

Formin a storm around you and your crew

We need forgiveness, we know not what we do

I let my window down and let the world in

In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue

Tony Kelly filed the order so what you gwaan do?

Bring the rain, blow the wind, and roll the thunder in

And I gotta run but come for the Bomfunk crew

Trying to get that feeling, of deja blue

Blastmaster KRS-One of the massive BDP crew

We don't do as the world do

So bring along a few

Some of y'all, got a clue

What you wanna do?

And twomp sacks, fuck this brew

Think that you could step to my crew?

Jeans built for two, sunlight turned to blue

Pimp tight, what the fuck you wanna do?

My wife is Puerto Rican so we speak in ??

What ya wanna do, what ya gonna do

30 minutes later I'm inviting honey in

With the Templar Sword, pointed at your chin

I'm in the Pen, you outside lookin in

And say thanks for some other little things you do

You instigated, ya hater, who would have let you in?

In the beginning, they used to call me boo

Everyday we smoke and we drink the brew

Seen a fly skinny on the avenue

I can go, and call my crew

C'Mon I'm just doing what the drug dealers do

Making your bitch treat me special, like a St. Eyez brew

Even when you pulled up, in the candy blue

Grew up with the older dudes, do what your brother do

[Chorus]

Gangsta Rap, so long just my gangsta rap

[Verse 2]

Ya'll got to love me baby

I play it like it gotta be

Da messy getin crazy lookin like a cry baby

A sexy good girl, pretty and as sweet as can be

Me ago tanto tu regalo y seras tu baby

And start spittin' out slugs, immediately, I guarantee it'll to be

Four bricks, one block, all fiends in the lobby

I want you nigga for myself we were meant to be

This goes out, to every hungry wanna battle emcee

Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free

And now we got killers livin' where my momma be

This, is, the, remix - Bad Boy baby

It's still put down like it should be

I heard Pamela got a baby

What do you see? How does it be?

Well, I'm rappin' to you brothers proud baby..

Tryin not to break it, along with who I be

Dear Mama Dear Mama, I been goin' through some thangs baby

Because you never know who these people may be

How could you blame me? I only came to be

I'm a certified G, like a freak on with one T.V

I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free, I'm free

You'se a tough man wanna see dead man gonna be

Mama say you can hide, love will find you baby

I wish that it would let me be

Momma, feel my release am I your baby

Those the ones I'd hate to be

Jay-Z, Sha-sha, I ain't forget about ya Baby

Bout as strong as he can be refresh edit delete source

Just me and you, baby

I coulda let it be

Can you feel it, baby?

Vanilla, brown or black ass can be

And stick together through all that bad weather baby

Match wear free nigga let me be

Rocko roll, best thing since the TV

It's like we're never gonna be

It's going down, mo-yo, feel this here baby

But a punk-bitch ain't no lady

Do that dance, do that dance, baby

For the love of the dough, we be

Wish, I would've died for you baby

Nice with the mic B

Yo, this fuckin Vinnie Paz baby

Baby, tell me what it's gonna be

Hear me on radio or video or TV

The first tracks were as wack as the next emcee

If I was, if I was, but I'll never be

So hood, I might put swangas on a Mercedes baby

And know I'm like bitch how can this be

I'mma keep sending them to you, baby

And, and and enslaved by the powers that be

You see what you see on the dynamic screens of TV

You come see Spade and you get a degree

By my sides where you ought to be

And at the end you will agree

What it is, what it was and will be

And this message is brought to you courtesy of Sancho baby

But over the years, I see it wasn't meant to be

Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby

Drift off to other places, you wouldn't think I be

Now I don't care, even if you refuse it baby

I pulls to the right, some niggas lookin' shady

Fuck that, I strip the mic with tenacous D

Feeling like, I've got this hate up in my body

Try to jump my crew if you cats feel foggy

Look I got the feeling you been fiening my body

Even though the pussy was wet and bloody

Before the poison spread to the body

So NEXT TIME you rhyme about physically buckin' somebody

Nails all done, sportin Muskina on her body

Is that your final answer? I'm pretty sure it might be

Heard my little freak is pregnant with a baby

And the class wanna know who could it be?

That man, but we goin' through transition right now baby

Part 1, part 2, 3, I guess it's meant to be

Don't get it distorted I deflect defects to no degree

At the first sign of trouble grab the mic and flee

Address assemblies, fuck a crown where would you be

You ain't family, it ain't the place to be

And when I come back I'ma need seven baby

A car pulls up, who can it be?

First of all, you can shut it down baby

Extort me? Now how that sound B

You know how it be

I'm lookin' at my TV

Woman that you'll never, ever be

Doin' every damn thing for J, baby

Where they wanna be, how they wanna be

Cuz I got a crush on you, my baby

Where other niggas would love to be

Jay is this way because I have to be

I'm ready to spend some of this motherfuckin money baby

But it's crazy, to see what people be

On Van Dyke and Harper eatin a big baby

[Chorus]

My gangsta rap, I don't stop very long I don't got long

[Verse 3]

Dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners

I'm one of those pretty boy rappers

Anyone able to hear, listen up, listeners

Gum rappers, idiotic rappers, psychotic rappers

Some write with words, I write with matters

You got a mill'? Give it to the haters

Holdin my mics stiletto like; invitin these water-head brothers

I'm from the, thoroughest borough, and they don't raise no suckers

Had to struggle, youngest of three sisters and three brothers

Smith and Wessun repping, loaded for you haters

Bettin on Lakers, and takers and fakers, and makers

To those who wanna take us from 5'0's to fakers

I got my mind on paper, not concerned with them haters

I gots the ink if you gots the papers

Cause on them same steps for hours, with dealers

Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers

To put y'all hands on my daughters

Got them lil' niggas busting shots and flipping quarters

One love to all the preachas on the street corners

Away from the knives and slaughter, to their wives and daughters

We hit the nearest hotel, and like that, I'm takin' orders

My nickels to dimes, and my dimes to quarters

Right up on ya, light up corners

The math that shed light, all across the borders

Will be the one you need when police raid the corners

And nigga that's fucked all my homies are loners

Swervin' five deep with the heat hittin' corners

Christ gettin money with the foreigners

All day everyday hittin them corners

To get your pre-store orders

Mama drama givin birth to my daughters

I can swim shark-filled waters!

For me emcee's go get restrainin orders

Nah, nah, this is for my smokers

And my street diagnosis, rock gat with no holsters

Niggas rippin down stickers and yo' posters

Keepin' the Heater with the toasters

Big holes in ya body like coasters

And sendin these freestyle braggers and rhymeskill boasters

I'm training myself to snatch pistols out of holsters

Try to front get your face left next to posters

Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters

Hoes say I keep it up like posters

My code defending my conscience, my mind afflicted with monsters

Burning this house to the ground, yes I'm killing my master

A hand triggers to shoot, so I can clap faster

Rhyme master I'm the before and the after

I write chapters through the raptures of disaster

Shame what the mac can do, K's spit faster

Niggas don't recognize who the Longshots are

And take your pockets after

To batters, muthafucka, it don't matter

Strong purchasin is fifty and better

Positions, it gets better, to the letter

On the real my nigga I'ma money go-getter

The less people know about us, the better

Stir up the bass when the way you're coming later

True princess, sun I'm tryin' to live my life more better

It's another cloudy day, it's raining, but not water

Cuts displayed and none of em alter

Hard time strapped in the game

Blowing motherfuckers out the frame

What's my name?

Y'all playin' a violent game

Pop champagne like it's my middle name

Them boys, up in the game

Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame

He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Yeah, it's my d callin to let me know she's home

Love to see you run, I just use your come

They think I'm crazy, but the tables have to turn

Stop grillin' me before I make you feel some

[Chorus]

Yeah my gangsta rap, its done