The revelution shall be televised We're from the state where the tarer alert is 24 7 N*ggas is clowns, like Rino 9 11 With me, what you see is what you get Never commertialed my life, I own jets No one does it quite like Joe Black Rob getting knocked for robbery, now that's Whoa My money too long, I keep peeking at it Cheese stacked in hundreds, rats keep peaking at it You with Fred Jones, tryna break the fight up I'm the fat n*gga in gray, quick to light your ass up I know you love a n*gga's slick talk Type to slap a b*tch for disturbing a n*gga's pimp walk The vibe, got it coming with the sauce Lean Back was the hottest sh*t popping in 04 Now it's 05, and the king's been crowned Riding through the Bronks, with the mack in the hoodie down Relax yourself, let your conscious free You're now rolling with the Capo, from DIP And if you wanna join the set, well you must be a G And rest in peace to Pac, and BIG Know I keep my K c*cked, in VIP Catch me sliding to the drop, with this PYT When the cops stop my car, they wanna see ID You know the rules, n*ggas you keep ID Who you think starts the drama? the NYC Catch me smoking, drinking water, getting bent in my V And the media depicting me, crookid in this game But I started watching my mama, when she was cooking up game And I tried going to school, but there was no books in my brain So I started cutting class, playing hooky to bang The only Chemestry class, chefing up cookies with Game And that's when Mennis was out, I cried when he got locked up again I'm done with rap beefs, subliminal quotes Cats saying they hustle, but never visioned Coke See Shaq Deezy from the bricks, I took a brick, flip a clip Made big chips I see stick up kids that's stuck up kids Saying they bullet proof, just cause they luck outlived They must admit God loved them, far as the rest goes Bllack was the dress coad, crave you all dugged them Red if you see Shaq, banging on them Hanging on ryms, that was before Gats and Tims I had a white bomber, a white fir color MC, your people call me Mill Was bumpin in my cousin FCC Ask Mastafa and that lil n*gga Doo bout Shaq Deezy They told me "Shaq, you a baller, stay away from the streets" That's why I bang on fake ass Jordans, and fake ass beats B*tch! N*ggas know me, I'm young but I'm an OG And n*ggas know I'm from the HOOD On the block, I pitch rock, I had to strip lot Live and born in the ghetto, never wanna hear cops And hip hop like a gig, I'm tryna make it big But sometimes I hate the biz, cause how fake it is You wanna see how many bullets you can take and live? Even with a vest on, you still gon break a rib I torture his ass, he was like my son, but that n*gga done stick a fork in his ass You Bun B-ed it, you got me dumb heated I'm undefeated, that's why I'm c*cky and conceited I'm confedent, cause my bars the most domanant And I got chicks in other contenents, giving me complements You ain't famous as me, I got chicks screamin that don't even speak the same language as me A lot of yelling, but you ain't really saying nothing The whole New York can tell that b*tch n*gga frontin Ice grill, seen it I done shot at n*ggas, bust the gun off, and had a hood rat cleaning So much talk about who run New York They should really ask bout who running in New York I know me, P, Jada, and Loso talk D block, do work with the hawk I'm on school murder Hate it, skip fresh, park the V outside Willy Burger With D and them You just have dreams of being them You brothers, white BM with the uni covers Now I'm old enough to f*ck n*ggas' mothers So I light up, drink about 3 Caronas Black mask, black ice Atonas