rasta imposter

what you got to do with it? what the fuck you talkin about?

what the fuck you got to do with it? you stupid nigga? you stupid?

did you see that video

nigga? fuck wrong with you? like you don't

you don't know what you go to do with it. like your fuckin insane or

something. y'all faggots is weak

y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet

that busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street

heard that garbage dough jam

made me reminisce

on when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his

jealous faggot man cause i'm richer than y'all

when i load my desertees

i'm picturin y'all

on the streets of queens where i was raised and born

hardcore

and stood on every corner like a liquor store

clips full of hollowtips

follow loose lips

aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips

bitch

ya niggas wanna see if i'm ill?

wanna see how many rappers can be killed

how much blood can spill?

when i inject this lyrical drill

if i can't do it

the dumb-dumbs will

tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga

i send the wolves to kill that nigga

if you wanna know why

its cause i'm still that nigga

michael jordan of all this rap shit

pullin the trigger

what the fuck? you on a mission to self-destruct

and have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck

your swervin nigga

better follow the white lines

your up on the sidewalk

off course

read the sign

i'm so ill

y'all niggas is so wack

your whole crew is such

y'all lack the hard impact

far as your man go

i got young niggas that wanna get him

treat him like a philly

wet'im and split'im

l.l. don't lose niggas

we can do it however you choose nigga

one on one or round up the crews nigga

but can-i-blast you out your shoes nigga

you know the rules nigga!

queens shit

give me cream so i can grab my dick

sew that shit

what the fuck y'all niggas workin with?

backwards

ass-jerk

jumpin up out the woodwork

ridin my meat

tryin to critique my physique

a real nigga wouldn't even mention my lips

can't believe you went there

no i know you a bitch

sugar-coated nigga

deep-throated nigga

young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga

yeah

i wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas

i'm a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga

so what you talkin bout? that shits supposed to be hot?

y'all niggas on the warpath

y'all takin over my block?

i think not

matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more

and if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor

and if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up

and your tint's passed the limit

so they don't know a faggot's in it!

i'm l.l. and i did this to you

teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you

rhymes hit you

lace you up again and split you

niggas ain't official thats why mom dukes miss you

tell your man bring it on

i'm only gettin warm

never die

never quit

and my money's long

punk ass crab nigga

talkin bout his lips

constantly involvin my name with that bullshit!

why i diss you? you stepped up in the ring

ice jinglin in the video like you the next don king

and tell your man i know he got some lyrics in the stash

but i'm the best that ever did it

now get this motheruckin ass

mic's too hot to hold

leave it in the sand

so i can describe the picture with both hands

you must not understand who's in command

i got all the flavor

but y'all niggas is mad bland

i'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser

then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her

you wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?

i bet y'all niggas fall off now that your under pressure

i don't stress ya

yet still i must check ya

extort niggas for gettin fucked up

stop and inspect ya

fuck wrong with you nigga? you can't do nothin to me

if i put a slug in you on the low

you'd probably try to sue me

your girl blew me

i said now!" she said "do me"