result of your selfishness.. (YEAH!) (LET'S GO!) I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of my pride so I'm
weakness disrespect and carelessness is result of your selfishness.. I stood right by your side and gave you all my time and in return you took all of
ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith
[Verse 1] You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest No fight to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words
got your bitch all in the Range And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit, soon as your crew spit My tool spit, metal to your side, watch you lose hips And
don't care Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with the big guns Take time, known to make a chick Up In the hot tub, poppin bubb-ly Rubbin your
out of town capsule some kind of portal Spitting these rhyme at you like a ma-mortal [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lay low, lay low (lay low) Cuz all y'all niggaz won't (y'all
Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet black ninja Comin where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, youse the number one contender Lookin cold booty like your
fuck with I'm an insane bitch all y'all wanna try y'all luck with Little Kim spread like syphilis You think I'm pussy? I dare you to stick your dick in
we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep See the Benz like
're all on the tip to get a sip Of this poetic performer that's fully equipped [ ROUND 1: MC Taste ] Y'all played yourselves right in front of the mic Moved your
fuck} with the best, put it in your chest Inhale it and hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I
buildin before (State your naaaame, gangsta!) [Cut Throat] Cut Throat, the livin threat street shit the blueprint The guideline rappers sideline until they buy mine Them little guns y'all
your pussy in December Nigga stop bitchin', button up ya lip and From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass whippin' Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all
ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front Waiting for you niggaz to dunk Where are all your guns and them Teflon