[verse 1]

I gots no birth records, no next of kin

Know alotta motherfuckers got no best friends

Know the weather checkin ten ten winds

A.m., first and fifteenth i'm layin at the check cash in

Think i'm playin, blink and i'm sprayin

Wrong move, ask yourself which leg you wan' lose

Cuz you gon lose

I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas

Keep showin y'all with difficult this

Kept the world sayin dunn but never been to the bridge

What type of shit is that, fraudulence

But what's the cause of it

Nature came through, erasin all of it

Stop the presses, groupie niggas ask alotta questions

I repeat this is not a question

If you don't reply quick enough i gotta press 'em

Keep the glock by the intestines

38 waist, wit a belt

Regardless of your stats, you could catch a shaft



Hook:

Believe me when i tell you this [2x]

Nothing y'all can do for me [2x]

I don't believe in selfishness

This time i want my crew to eat, my crew

We comin through a hundred strong [2x]

Comin wit a hundred miles, a hundred miles

Bumpin shit all summer long, bump that

You want it then and want it now

We want it now



[verse 2]

Yo, ayo i rap for my niggas, and rap for the hoes

Rap when i'm gettin dressed, when i iron my clothes

Depressed, i kick raps that change your whole mood

It somehow, stick to your ribs like soul food

Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes

Ace bandages and niggas wit sprains, stay limpin in pain

I rap for math, english, even rap for science

Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin

I rap for giants, the jets, the yankess, the mets

It's new york, new york, from clue to flex

New cassettes stay poppin up

Your boo let me throw my cock in her

Rap it got me two proper nuts

It's crazy, i even rap for my high school coach

White folks feened out like in michael dotes

Green out, dope stashin, for those askin

I flow for tv, hbo in closed caption



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[verse 3]

Ayo, don't go to texas, don't go to watts

Don't go to queensbridge nigga don't go to cops

Don't snitch when you gettin bagged

In the pens don't bitch when you gettin stabbed, just hold that

I pose for kodaks, rose to stardom, hoes in harvard

Sophomores get knocked off, nigga watch yours

I watch the game like in st. johns

It aint wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen, paint songs

Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do

In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move

Some'll snooze, some'll snore

They won't admit that dunn is pure

Once i quit, niggas wanted more

Cop my shit once it come in store

The first week we at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off

Pop verses wit a hundred thoughts

One thing, gettin caught in my zone, you become a corpse



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