PROTECT YA NECK(THE JUMP OFF)

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like to welcome to you All the way from the slums of Shaolin Special un-invited guest came in through the back door Ladies and gentlemen, it's them Dance with the mantis, note the slim chances Chant this, anthem swing like Pete Sampras Takin it straight to big man on campus Brandish your weapon or get dropped to the canvas Scandalous, made the metro panic Cause static, with or without the automatic And while I'm at it, yo, you got cash? Pass it It's drastic, capped us in half to dirty bastard Ayo, ayo Waves is spinnin, blades is spinnin Slay 'em in the eighth ininh Stay trump, gods stay playin linen Kill rap, observe the uptowns, hoe, feel that Mink jeans on scene, where the real at 2000 C-notes, movin wit a real ego Foreal, forreal, ill lines, ill people Yo, bring it back mine more civilians Polin deals, monopolyin and bills, Yall niggas liein Car a 300, lab look broil wit a mean stomach Go broke, all seen, done it Words from the heavy set If I don't eat then we already met Fly as dope, liver than coke bitch Now what clan you know wit lines this ill? Bust shots at Big Ben like we gots time to kill Niggas can't gel or I'm just too high to tell Put on my gasoline boots and walk thru hell Wit 9 generals, 9 ninjas in your video 9 mili-lo, semi auto wit no serial Man, metaphysical, I speak for criminals who don't pay they bills on time and fuck wit digital Never seen, smoke a bag of evergreen My spark got a jones, more heads for the severing Johnny in the dungeon, takin all bets, throw ya ones in Scared money don't make money, throw ya guns then That's worth to die mo, San Juan, Puerto Rico Blowin hydro on a beach wit Samiko My gun bullet hollow for you to swallow Blowin the nozzle, hear it whistle One in the head, this is code red, man fa dead Ex amount of leads spray from the barrel Heat clear the street like Connor O'Carol Fully equipped rifle, banana clip shit To make my niggas from East New York flip Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skippers, machin cap Razor blade in my gums, Bobby You may catch me in yellow Pavana Joes, Guc jump Wit my faser off stun, Bobby Yall might just catch me in the park playin ches, studyin math Signnin seven and a sun, Bobby But you won't catch me without the rapture, in the joint smoked out Dead pulp or off pint, Bobby Wally's comfortable, chocolate frosting Your socks hangin out, yours is talking Rock so steadily, son, I'm still crazy Sport my own, Force mo's furs in the 80's Mat Turners wit burners, Jackie Joyner Kersey Taught yall niggas how to rap, reimburse me Rock skills, ruby red cells, Bloomingdale blocks, Oxtails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin wit the ax out Murder beach bikini bitches switchin with they backs out Niggas wanna pop shit, I pop clips Bitch, I put my dick on ya lips Alabama split, hammer slay quick That David Banner gammer ray shit Shells in the mouth, jailhouse snitch My powder voice, snow white sniff Verbal killers, Garere-Lagrier Yall party shit, puff Marley spliffs You might see me in a six, that's not my style You might see me wit a bitch, that's not my child I be in the Benzo, keep a low profile Dead serious, take flicks and don't smile Tryin to get money, yall kats wild I pose for the clothes, make a song like “wow” I'm a chip off the board game, got sword game Live life to the fullest, still want more fame Darts on lay-away, piece on stand by Outfits pressed up, ready for airtime Run on the track like Jessey Owens Broke the record flowin without any known That my word play won the 400 meter relay It's on once I grab the batton from the DJ A athlete wit his iron clete in the ground Wireless nigga who Sprint off the gun sounds The best time yet, still 7.0 Swift flow made the camera men clothes blow...