Comin' For Datazz

I get the chicks with the nice round harnies Play up all like a whore Play a sucker like slime Try me And you'll descend into your hand Never thought it could be you Well think again my friend My pen illuminates And dooms the fakes you assume to break They're strawberry like shortcake I'm in ass with tims all day You couldn't tarnish my rap So you crept away Just be having me a good son Or else I'm bringing the noise Cause most them sees the Bums you used to chill in Roxbury Now coming out of Brooklyn Them niggers I asked You all get tooking Or taking And that's work to all rude words you're making I swing bitch Yes, I'm cranking Just like an alpine My deadly rhymes Making new Pump to put some lead in your crew My hollow point shots Cause your weak shallow points Not hitting Shouldn't be rough from the beginning But since you're bluffing with a tape that's trash Tell your peeps That we comin for their ass Who's that lurking in the dark with the hoodie strap Puffing on the liz Better mediate, black I ain't impressed Cause the rest, they're fezz Sometimes I want to flip Pop a hole in their chest But lay back As I prepare for the payback And drop the nasty rhymes With the mad crew from way back I stay back, I watch The whole job you botched Couldn't maintain It's like your brain just stopped But the gang is on the prowl kid Like panther Paint a logo with your blood So you niggers remember The chain in the stop Is to cool, is never typical The average rap crew Ain't even equipped to go Head up, I'm dead up You ducks can never fly Faking jacks Be comin for their ass I have some hard headed punks I want to see Jealous of a nigger just because he's on TV You know the lady of the shows you been watching Come up and request that you could see her more often Poppa's son sheds more light than a nova This nigger's a soldier, yo this war ain't over And ain't no stopping like a fattening whitehead You mike, your dead, fucking around like you do But through the knowledge that's available Before you jump style again and your punk friends fail you If you're gonna die, set your brain for a minute But not your teeny ass and all that's in it Nothing, that's how long you been fronting I figured by now you'd a come up with something But you're still the same snake with my name on your mike Want to know what I'm doing, want to know why I shot? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you got to see me first I kick more fags than paper bags for research My knees hurt Next you feel a knuckle in the huge pussy look on your face Because the sucker inside of yer Because I checked the way you ride in a Jensen Better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain, cause you're paying for my wisdom Never be able to touch Gang Starr True indeed, I believe in taking my word far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't up on it, I'll be comin for your ass...