Heatmakerz

Yeah

Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Oh, rumble, young man, rumble

Fred the God, Phife Dawg with the punchlines

Arsonist, Nick Cannon on the drumline

Rest in peace, mommy

Rest in peace, mommy

In lovin' memory I blast, kid

Ali, yeah, there if you don't tell me where the cash is

I'm spittin' the ropes, no different approach

And those that don't get it is gon' get it the most

They ride in waves, I wave at 'em

New York beggin' me to eat the apple, let's say Adam

I pat 'em on the back, applaud they effort

L.A. Reid flow, I can show you epic

Can't do it for you, I can only prep it

They never give me credit, I use only debit, oh well

The street's hot, load the Colt, will cope

And play the block like the rope-a-dope (I'm a bad man)

Rumble, young man, rumble

Rumble, young man, rumble

After I tell you what I need off a bundle

Rumble, young man, rumble

I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

After that butter dry, bring it to me

Rumble, young man, rumble

Rumble, young man, rumble

Fred the God, Phife Dawg with the punchlines

Arsonist, Nick Cannon on the drumline

Rest in peace to the greatest

Rest in peace to the greatest

I made it and I catered to the block

Flow never amountin' to the dough, but I'm a rock

Never sold my soul and I never took a deal

I ain't doin' this for show, I'm just tellin' you what's real

Told shorty I bring a touchin' ear

That work don't Tampa Bay, I don't buck an ear

Somethin' weird, gotta be a disconnect

Where they get it from? Maybe the internet

I did it for the street, you know, the intersect'

Not from a computer seat, but in the set, change gon' come

If not, I know that 'caine gon' come

Work, unload the coke, play the block, rope-a-dope (I'm a bad man), God

Rumble, young man, rumble

Rumble, young man, rumble

After I tell you what I need off a bundle

Rumble, young man, rumble

I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

After that butter dry, bring it to me

Rumble, young man, rumble

Rumble, young man, rumble