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Y'all coward niggaz make a nigga like me laugh,

what the fuck? yea, yea.. chargin y'all niggaz

yea, yea.. behold the only thing greater than
yourself

(Verse 1)

I'll slash ya grill, don't start me

You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies
than Biz Markie

I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style
centerfold,

I'll have every latin in the country aimin at ya
skull

I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin
the most dope

My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners
hold soap

And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl,
the final result

Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals
combine with a Colt

They playin this in every club, whip, party and
bar you in

Give you more blood clots than two jamaicans
arguin

Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is
tarnishin

Women shakin they ovaries, look what we
accomplishin, what..

(Chorus)

We got better lyrics than you got What You Got?

We got better bitches than you got What You Got?

We run with more killas than you got What You
Got?

We got better whips than you got What You Got?

We got better cribs than you got What You Got?

We got better bitches than you got What You Got?

We run with more killas than you got What You
Got?

We got better lyrics than you got What You Got?

(Verse 2)

Coming to kill me, I cant hear that

Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to
feel yet

Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from
Illadelph

What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine
wont help

My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's
quest for the belt

I mention myself as a celestial cell, an
extension of hell

At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder
your guest list

My style never a drag like they do black men in
Texas

Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the
real threat

Cause I'ma ride till my daughters like Daddy are
we there yet?

Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before
miracles

See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed
vehicles

Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm
assumin

If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz must
be Wonder Women

Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat

Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover
they whole back

Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to match
my ((?))

Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they notebooks

How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed

I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

(Chorus w/ slight variation)

(Verse 3)

Least but not last, I'll blast an informant

Until he has the cash to put end to his torment

Now shine up the brass for his coffin

I'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant

I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,

My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious

Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts

Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and
they nauseous

And smash through the glass of your Porsche's

Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces

Lay you out dead in the grass on the forest

My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a
blackened sausage

Blood Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in
a cordless

Murder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,

Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never
scorches

Drape your family reunion in black funeral
mourners

Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual
corners

I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus

Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped
inside they office

I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin sex offers

I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all
my daughters

I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands
from Time Warner

I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by
jewish lawyers

What what what..

(Chorus w/ slight variation)