Black Mamba

(I'm still waiting for a big smile from you youre up 2-0) (Whats the story? Are you not happy? You only half happy?) (Whats there to be happy about?) (You're up 2-0) (Job is not finished, job finished?) (I don't think so) I been ready Jus watch how I do this shit My niggaz still moving shit Money like my neighbors yard Keep running through the shit Ducking the Po-lice Jus hoping shit go right All I ever wanted for my niggaz was more life Thats me on my Drake shit They teach you to hate shit But nothing was given tho We had to take shit This moment is pivital We dealing with racist These niggaz remedial It's back to the basics And I Swear to God Come to bars they don't wanna spar I know they hate to see a Brooklyn nigga run the yard Paranoid still wiping off the label We don't miss shots spin the block like a dreidle Shit get fatal Fuck these rappers and they little fables They gon let a nigga eat or I'm a flip the table Hogtie em to the seat nigga get the cables Never turn the other cheek on the shit that made you I'm from the streets baby land of the skyscrapers Fuck ya Priest I wipe my ass with ya Bible papers Try to save you but you know all the answers This why no one advances Try to win and they jus lower ya chances Fuck these bitches never lower ya standards Masked up like I'm Cobra Commander Shit hot nigga Copacabana Styles P I'm the Ghost and The Phantom Of 2pac I jus need a herringbone and bandana (aaahhhh) Fire breathing I'm a whole dragon Less talking nigga more action Get the toe tagging Beat these niggaz like I'm Joe Jackson Cause lyrically I'm everything that they flow lacking This is me fuck a Co-Captain Better get ya man I'm the GOAT you jus Mary had a little lamb And the plan was for yall to feel me cause really I'm Kobe Bryant hitting shots on a torn achillies The Black Mamba ouf the entendres NY up on my crown jus like a Bronx Bomber Vow to always keep it real thats a scouts honor And watch me bomb on these niggaz thats without warning You niggaz army look depleted Said he was the best well he prolly didn't mean it Told the bitch I left cause I prolly would of cheated Proly getting weeded Lack of love feeling like I prolly didn't need it And I see it fore it happens never let em get me Feel a rush when you hear it 10 Mississippi In and out baby this a quickie Any problems go and get the blicky 2 shots turn a nigga Ricky 2 thots you know a nigga picky My tubesocks still filled with sticky Come and get me I'll be waiting to get to hell and buss down Satan Murda on the track run through camps like Jason You hating niggaz better pick a side Or nigga die I got the better bitches and the better rhymes It's ya Heiness BK's Finest Been letting niggaz live out of kindness Rewind this Niggaz can't fuck with me