Bring It Back Here

Raps will be actin' ill And that's exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru Don't base my whole life on loot, but money sure helps I keep it tight like army boots to ensure wealth I meet suckers every day that rhyme, they say they rhyme Most of them corny as hell, they won't get paid a dime A lot of these punks, they all sound the same They all sound lame, fakin' like they down with the game Against me, they fail I'm like the black Frankie Ale I leave 'em slumped, and their bodies dumped over the rail Show me respect, then cut me a fat check You little niggas are like virgins, you haven't had ass yet Wet behind the years while I've been spittin' darts for years Don't make me embarrass you in front of your so-called peers The fools gassed you in the first place, dirt face Cocksucker, thought you had wins, got stuck in the worst place And that's when I attack your fears 'Cause I'm a real racketeer, get my money and bring it back here