see I bee your true choice...Mind mine as overtime I got

the bite when I write I ignitge....it's like a fight on the mic..i'm

outasight take flight or I'ma catch you off your best turn...then

proceed to catch wreck just like a tech in a western...Been rockin

rhymes since the days of Dimples Dee...and we been gettin

money since the Treacherous Three..not just me...my whole crew

moving

just like a silver shadow...throwin hammers like Thor

when we battle...heads rattle...rock and roll...all that jazz, pop and

soul...what we bring to hip hop be in the form ten fold...When

rockin the microphone, I play the roll like Karl Malone...on stock

dun...got dope rhymes for your dome...Visions of Shirley

Murdock - with my crew, as we lay....I got the 45th cocked - we

got the

tre's and A.K.'s layed away...as we playin it in luxuries

lap...Navy Seals is on our ass...I hear we due to get jacked...but

the

fact, you can't escape..you see we're New York City

niggas...far from lame - spittin game - even nicer pullin triggas - and

dig this...they're leaving no witnesses to the bout...so

me,Joe, L, Rho - we goin all out...As a few play post..another few

get

roast...Martell for mariwinos - my blood stream the

host...goin over in my mind - counterattack - I'm on the scheme -

they've been infiltrated, one of they niggas really on our

team...Layed it down nights ago..said they was based in V.A.

....They

supposed to rob before they raid because the way that we

play, every day, it don't cease...from the streets of no peace...to

bringin heat to the fleet of crazy crooked police HOOK As

money's foldin..keep it quiet like you know silence is golden..talkin

while my teams reloadin...find your mic and mind exploding or

corrodin...say I show them what it means to flip script..and sink

your

battleship..slip and cock the clip inside the whip...aimin for

the right ties...sippin Mai Tai with spiz,trying to school these kids

that think they learned it all from wise guys...what they

do..going through a lifetime without a clue...with the need to turn

around like the cap on my brew...Be askin you when they be

tellin you your life ain't worth jack...jones for jewels...long to leave

their name in your back...No riff...the 45th to tounge kiss, for

what it's worth to fold your ass like a map and leave you huggin the

earth....knee high - we piled style that you couldn't

deny...$200. dollar Guess, on the floor, velour Fila...till today..we

don't play..Never been one to run astray..using my mind like the

nine as the rhyme leads the way......Born buck..in search of luck..I

love the feel of sunshine..but sometime when it be raining, still

you'd see me unwind..one time when I was young and far away

from

Cancun...Hip Hop was mine to consume...to pass around in

Stan's room HOOK It's time to load and explode..I'm hittin niggas

like

they owed..behold...I grab the mic with two hand choke

holds...I'm out to fold till I'm old..with bank accounts of

untold..stash cash..plus jars full of slivers of gold...a rhyme

rocker..I gets

up in your mouth just like Binaca..with the proper that be bangin

like a

sock over a locker....Once again Dres..lays it down with

the slang that bicycle kicks like that nigga Liu Kang...I brang..many

a

thang in event of battle we..be the baddest ...be turning

babbles into babalities...on a road to explode..catch me on the

seldom

walked...from the sands of Sahara to the streets of New

York..to talk the time of we..even a blind man could see...that he's

living in the very last of days that be... NYCN pge 2



Still got the heart of Simba..and the skills of Gepetto...my style is

quasi moto..ill forms, that rock the ghetto..Whas the deal

bro...me yo, I been chillin like Sub Zero...not that I'm your

hero...but

yo, it's hot and full of Nero's ...so me, me and mine in line to

shine with true clout...Electric...with company...don't make us turn

your lights out HOOK