lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat meet Real niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me Money clean Mercedes claim, baby
Yeah, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, now here we go Here we go, come on come on, yeah Stay strong this ain't for the faint hearted My name
how far that I can take it Every rule, I'm breakin' it [Verse 2: Royce] Baby I'm lawless, you couldn't burn me if you threw acid on me I met your
down here on the trip - don't let the wrong words slip Cause them heaters on they hip will leave your Levi's ripped This is H-Town baby (man), the rockets
powered by five hundred horses Press by a threat of joint forces For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef 'Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat On the board
, she doesn't respond, pretends to ignore So you say to yourself, it be her old and sore mentally pitchin' lies The aim on the board as hot and wild pussy
if you got other plans But I can't see you hand in hand with another man I been on auto-pilot since we last spoke And I don't wanna board this flight on
jumper Punks step up to get beat down bumper Aliens and bright colors So bright, we be crying like late night mothers Hover board kick flips land it
on the Lord I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword You fear what you hear so nigga press record from here on out we ain't tryin'
to call on the Lord I'll hit 'em like the board when I split 'em with my sword You fear what you hear so nigga, press record From here on out we ain
get rode on hope you can handle whats about to go on babeeee chorus baby its bout to go down(im about to
back? Yeah, it's like this Collaboration, CNN, gangsta shit With my nigga, Nokio on the beats On the boards, fuckin shit up y'all, yeah He on the boards
[Mr. Shadow] Quivole Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob Viscious Man Funk on the boards Coming at you for the 98 And it won't stop Check It [Mr. Shadow] It is I
[Mr. Shadow] Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF On the board for the 98 and it won't stop Check It [Mr. Shadow] It is I the unfadable lyricist Bringin mad
me know how many motherfucker wanna be just like me Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash My baby
Waking up to a little baby crying Mom's yelling 'cause pop's got his fists flying It's nine in the morning and he's drunk One day, I feel that I'm gonna
still so far to go It?s your time, blow your mind Alright you, you, and you, come on You too baby, go ahead, go on in Hey man What? Yeah man, I just