What Part of the Game

I'm the greatest rapper in the world

Who you tryna kid, man?

I will slam dunk on your big man

Been rappin' for years cracking them beers

The sound of platinum cheers

Predict future cash and it's near

My speech is dittly

I but shots until the heat gets heavy

Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty

Beats and melodies

Will make me blink

I'll pull my shank out

And give a warriors cry

If you ain't down with my crew

Hope all of you die

You can tell I'm real by looking

In the ball of my eye

I will get some cream from it

One day your baby and my baby

Can make some dough on team summit

Countin' the loot, fountain the youth, the young God

Is the inside thug, like a Marmashad

Some wanna have emotions and kill me

Put the toast to my kidney

When I speak, most of them feel me

So keep my name off ya breath

For my ****, Gruff, take the chain off ya chest

All guaranteeing, pow

Take the brain off ya neck

Off the top of the dome

One shot and you'll blow

Fuckin with Panama PI

Guarantee, I'll take ya outta your zone

Hey, yo, me and my ****, Jesus lay loose

Case y'all try to play Zeus

Got the tre deuce

Hit him right inside the bubble, face goose

Not too quickly to make news

I'm a ace deuce, caught cases

I got Gotti and OJ, juice

And my crew, you're very stackless

Very cocky

Phase of every rockey

Turn your caviar ass into, um

Chicken teriyaki

Spanish **** tried to front on me

I said papi, Rocky, wish he would have shot me

'Cause I don't care if he frail or cock D

When I got the glock, B can't stop me

And no judicial system could outfox me, try to lock me

Over papers on mine, Mr DA

Someone to lace ya dime

And tell PH that the camera job, come on

That's a waste of time

'Cause I got my girl like curry, live in DC

Work the spring court, you know for me, that's just scary

How Harlem **** do

Get in the building, bitch hurry

Before my girl see, back to top

So she can give me one on jury

Says hung, got her sprung

She feel that I'm young

Her little toy boy, make her lick my ass with her tounge

She's so smart she's dumb

But I keep her, tomorrow ain't promised

Now I might need a one way flight to St. Thomas

And at the same time I got a JAG fetish

And who know, I might have bad credit

I can't borrow from **** I asked better ya kid

Go to your car, I pop my trunk faster

Don't make me flex on you

Ghetto style, like Funkmaster

You got money, what it look like?

You got crack, what it cook like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

Word is bond, when PI hit the microphone

**** took mics

You got crack, what it look like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

You got some money what it look like?

What part of the game is that?

You fuck around with my track

Bow, you part of the flaming stat

I live God knowledge, my book of life

He read it like twice

Five percent shine, today the grease like

My attributes like

Paretic chrome, I thrown

Throw it at your dome, blown

It be know, like isosceles clone

Connect with one zone

Cybotic, verbal buck sland, king ebonic

Nickname Farad Al Abdul, rock me, Muhammad

I came swift with all sorts of shit, they couldn't catch it

Define this, got drawn so swift

Could detect it

Thug pirate, sip scotch drink, just like an Irish

Move like the infamous, full blown, antivirus

I'm wild, yes, mad olympic, fragile fitness

Supreme gymnast, ancient decent

Homey scriptures

Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon

Thug gentlemen, Guess jeans

Wu shirts, construction Timberland

Your nobody with nothin'

And your name shall be Nathan

Who you facin?

Slugs blazin', the amazing

Hey, yo, check this

I used to live reckless

Snatch kids necklace, ****, respect this

A **** catch this, pow, trigger specialist

Is your death wish, leave you rib and chest-less?

Gun ho, real life thug, everyone know

From the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo

My **** locked down doing state, did you rumble?

Twenty-five to L, on the humble, real thug shit

Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck with

Care rugged, from the skulls down to the Timb's

Surrounding your Benz, woof **** houndin' your gems

Yo, pump this jam in your joint

All my thug **** cruisin' with the mamas on point

City wise guys, gritty high guys, pretty mamas

I eve make Boricua shake the titty tatas

Harlem world slugger, watch it explode like Pearl Harbor

Screw ma, get a girl's vodka

And get them hotter, slide 'em off, twist 'em proper

Yo I'm a sex fiend, fuckin' in my four hundred Lex ring

Flex cream, presidential rollie with gets gleam

You got money, what it look like?

You got crack, what it cook like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

Word is bond, when PI hit the microphone

**** took mics

You got crack, what it look like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

You got some money, what it look like?

What part of the game is that?

You fuck around with my track

Bow, you part of the flaming stat

You got money, what it look like?

You got crack, what it cook like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

Word is bond, when PI hit the microphone

**** took mics

You got crack, what it look like?

You got a song, what the hook like?

You got some money, what it look like?

What part of the game is that?

You fuck around with my track

Bow, you part of the flaming stat

What, uh, uh, yeah, '98 shit

Hit 'em