a kind that's for sure You take from me while all i do is give Chorus: You say the odds are not Not on your side We'll that's a lie We won't sit back
style Tellin people that we're cool with a grin and a smile I mush his face, give him a smack Then I slam him on his head and cut 'Foxxx' in his back
take some Step back, give me room 'cause I'm takin' over Rollin' punks over like a bulldozer 'Cause I came to represent where I'm from It's the Lower East Side
million pounds and all the skins give you hugs Well, that's cool, I can dig it, it really ain't my bag Prefer to max on the side and let my pants sag
play ball but I'm a baller Drop ya ass off then, I'll call ya Arebadurchi bitch, step to the side Got twenty more hoes, trying to give you my ride If
mime and let the chance pass by Back of my mind, he could change your life With all these beats I did, at least let him hear At least you can brag to your friends back
bitch pullin up in a Jeep How sweet! "Now get the fuck out the car!" Slammed the bitch down on the tar, now she needs CPR but I don't give a fuck, I
amused and half-appalled.) JOE "Mad about the boy" NORMA Yes, and you do look absolutely divine. (JOE is touched, despite his embarrassment; HE decides to give
my talk A thousands hoes walked on I'm still a dogg Ain't changed nothing but the hoe that I'm fucking Still riding through the hood all the homies say "Was [unverified]" Give
Let the chance pass by Back of my mind he could change your life With all these beats I did atleast let him hear it Atleast you could brag to your friends back
I smell something fishy man it might be a rat You mean niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that? You know me I stay with a chick on her knees And give
fist and put it over your head You see, we only came here to pull a rug out Step to the place, slam it out, back to the dug out [Kings Of Swing] Stand
'm playin the back Some think my stage presence is low, I think it's loud Enough to see me flowin and showin Go psycho breakin backs like bolo Give me
got bills on my back I got caught up in some bullshit real talk, nigga I do this I suppose, I should write my judge a long letter And tell her I ain't coming back
man please, the pimp slam Gs Swing on MCs like chimpanzees Get your nose bust, bones broke, make rappers split with this shit Talking shit about the Chi behind me back
thee... [chorus:] Rise from the grave You are blessed from the scythe of the grim reaper From now on you shall walk by his side to spread the plagues