Meet Joe Black

Why would I ever have to cop a chain again When the QB chain birthed most the chains in the game? No post office we stampin' time Took out a slice out of the Big Apple, made apple pies, family sized Leather bombers and Nike Sacais Dangerous corners you better pray that tomorrow arrives Rap Sugar Ray Robinson nothin' sweet Y'all too out of shape to even box with me Heavyweight I know my way around the ring Just like shorty know her way around the store Makin' hits with Hit-Boy all he gotta do is hit record Record breakin' news, had to show up just to fill the void Confused spoiled lil' boys, y'all better keep your poise Leave me out of the weasel shit Be cool when you see me, I'm higher than all that rap diva shit The hood know you pussy so we don't buy or believe in it Locked in on the instrumental I took back the key to this, uh Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that? I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back (what I'm sayin) Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that? (Uh) I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that (yeah) I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black What I'm sayin' people sayin' what's already been said Predictions I don't listen it's already in my head, no funny shit Your most hungry place, I was past that at 28 Underground tapes, ask my ASCAP and publishing states As we slide in the G-ride I been gettin' criticized, it's keepin' me energized Create with a business mind, I'm from where killers reside A wild hood, only knew goons since my childhood Niggas say anything in they raps 'cause it sound good Don't even mean what they say, horrible outlooks Y'all ain't really 'bout this, house nigs Y'all was in the house with it We don't respect fake jewelry and silly outfits Window down, blowin' out kush Gray tints, New York's J Prince on Houston Street I caught the bounce before my nigga even bounced the beat I took the hard way in this shit, man, it's the route for me, uh Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that? I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black Run me the keys, run me the Bs, run me that flow back Your top three, I'm not number one, how could you post that? I wear the crown, the city is mine, you cannot hold that I'm not the one to go at, you fuck around Meet Joe Black Why would I ever have to cop a chain again When the QB chain birthed most the chains in the game? Why would I? For real talk, the nigga who killed hip-hop for real is Nas, dog That nigga killed hip-hop, "Hip-hop is dead" That nigga went and told everybody about it He came out publicly and said, "Hip-hop is dead"