victory 2007

if i made a title that offend the whole industry

would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?

if i came out dissin everyone of ya'll

would i sell as much records as these other dudes?

if i said i was retiring but never left

woulda ya'll all show me love when i come back?

if i ran the streets for the past two years

would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?

yo where my thugs at?

cock ya guns back

my headphones ain't loud

yo turn up the track

ok bump that

homie i run rap

i add on to the game

you niggas subtract

yo where my bloods at?

throw it up

blat

yo where my cause' at?

he cut you

cut em back

they said they tough cats

but they some rugrats

i drop em off on the block

and make them pump packs

owe me a couple stacks

he tried to duck pap

i sent a shot at his ass

and told him duck that

ayo bump that

bump this

stay hot

what's this

he broke

he rich

homie we run this

it's a new era

your heart pumpin in fear

2007 the god number is here

the stronger i become the more ya'll weaken

so when i'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin

if my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin

my brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin

over my dead body and my blood still bleedin

i'm a rap rebel

clap with' black metal

look into my eyes

realize what pap symbol

lies but wise got pride is that visual

nah i don't slap high five with you

hot side guys

it's not my vibe

you just not my size

i cock my 9

cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times

i cock pistols back and clap missles

black it's that simple

bump that

bump this

stay hot

what's this

he broke

he rich

homie we run this

this a new era

your heart bumpin in fear

2007 the god number is here

hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums

bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb

i'm lookin at him hoping he get it done

them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb

through the speakers i come

with the weed in my lungs

you ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?

they scheming on you

and you scheming on them

then you realize the nigga who you be with is one

hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?

he keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun

but he lying he just lookin for a reason to run

ever catch you on the block?

i beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums

why would i start eating with them and they starvin

might as well say i'm feeding these bums

i don't like them niggas

i be talking greasy to them

they say pap a slick talker

that boy got grease on his tongue

i'm the real beast from the east i'm not done

the most official spitting the swift musician

that's if you listen

it's a simple mission at his? it's his decision

cause my intuition end a vision

it's benefiting all my men and women

who doin' bids in a mental prison

but if you wishing to get the griping and since you tripin

we gon blast till it's the end of class

with quick collision

cut you from ear to ear

give incisions

eat your food like it's nutrition

i can give you wisdom

cause it's tradition

but if you dissing

i can switch positions

put missles in em with quick persision

i don't care if it's linen or if it's denim

i grip the lemon

squeeze hit em my enemies

rip em with venom in em

likely to hit the ism after i send you spinnin