rappers act tough and i call they little bluffs
you niggas ain't doing nothing
they huff and they puff and be acting all rough
i got the internet buzzing
gangstas and wannabe gangstas all loving
then puncture your flesh my blade
the only hip hop head to keep it so fresh
got my style preserved like cans on the shelf
dude only mad because he want to be like the real
dude only mad because he want to be like the real
thugs act up when p's songs is bumping
they get all hype and want to fight
we tear up clubs and big bouncers get dufted
you better start shooting from over there
so you ain't saying nothing
fall back or start thumping
can't come around no more
sprints through new york like that marathon puff did
and kiss the tat on my hand
i cut that placa off your thumb
dude only mad because he want to be like the real
dude only mad because he want to be like the real