My Turn

Uhh, it's my turn, y'know what I mean? Get this motherfuckin' money y'know, shit Yeah, I went double, y'know? Niggaz goin triple, five, ten platinum Can't do what I do This is my game, this is me, y'know? Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn I'ma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance Fuck you and yours, make way, I'm comin' through the door And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all I'm true to all the shit that I done, check the clip in my gun Respect the click that I'm from or get lifted and stunned Dunn, you just a small fry, fuckin' with the fall guy Big Pun, The Honorable, all rise Sky's the limit, nuttin' less if my guys is in it For the right price, even Christ could get it Fast life we live it, all my memories are vivid I remember only minutes That's how I mentally get rid of all the enemies The spirits that definitely mimic my every melody And lyric which so heavenly rhythmic In magic do I build but math do be equally compatible And secretively battle you to reach my peak in equilateral I'm from the streets deep in the bottom yo ain't no Mario Brothers Official Bronx niggaz, quick to body yo' mother Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn I'ma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance Jesus H. Christ, how many times I gotta pay the price? You scared to death I'll make you twice as afraid of life I bring sight to the game for every night you complained You couldn't see the light, I was bright in your brain Ignitin' the flame, keepin' your third lid Speak and observe with the mind What are blind sleep till they worth shit I'm earth wind and fire, the first one to fire Reppin' T. Squad since birth till I retire I wire your jaw, wire the walls with plastique explosives And riot the halls at the malls where all the crackers live Keep flappin' yo' gibs and I'ma come back with those kids From the back of the bridge I think two and touch means tackle the bitch I rap for the chips but I'm truly assassin' Four hundred pounds, six feet tall, brutally handsome That's the pro, got beef with pun, you gots to go Mafia style, tear you a new asshole Flash your dough but you too cool for the captain 'Cause I don't give a fuck if I was quadruply platinum And to the 50 Cent rapper, very funny, get your nut off 'Cause in real life, you don't know I'll blow your motherfuckin' head off That's my motherfuckin' word, you understand? Thought we was a fuckin' joke, shit Terror Squad nigga, you don't know me You don't know my name, don't say it, you understand? Told you before I ain't no motherfuckin' rapper understand? Shit, I don't make no songs about rappers I don't like If I'ma make a song It's gonna be how I beat yo' motherfuckin' ass understand? That'll be the name of the motherfucker That's why I had to beat your motherfuckin' ass Featuring Tony Sunshine, T. Squaders, T. Squaders, T. Squaders Yo, it's my turn, I demand my respect Give me my burn or get slammed in your neck 'Cause it's my turn, I'ma reach to the top Gimme my burn, I'ma speak with the glock 'Cause it's my turn, don't make me turn your wig Gimme my burn, don't make me burn yo' crib I'ma rhyme it right and keep the ghetto in a trance But when the time is right, me and the Devil gonna dance