Doe In Advance

Original baldhead Crook and a rude boy instructor I came back to lay down law Mother fucker I'll crush you Cause you were meant to be a sucker One more false move I'll grab my toast and I'll bust you And you, stop talking shit and pass the L Got mad clientele Real niggers know me well All the rappers go on tour And stay in their hotel Me and my boys We're as true as they come son We come for some real life experience And take rap serious I'm curious About the fakers In the front About the silly ass broads And all the bullshit going on So when I step into the club I come home cooked Rip the mike to shreds Put skunk before hard core And after that I just mask Like match duelling And I'm the offending mask So just relax And peep the cuts like a lance We got no worries We gets the doe in advance I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show Watch me I go the bitch just on the spot G And when I rock thee The honey's going to jack me So copy this one Son, you fucking writer Shut the hell up You're damn right I don't like you I'll spit on your style Shit on your crew with a smile Fuck snow, you ain't wild We been at your fall You fantasy roughneck Go bluff with your check But you better show respect Or your blood'll drip like sweat Check yourself Cause now there's doodle in your pants I enhance the dance And get the loot in advance I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show Goe in advance Is the name of this tune You know what's up hot, Gang Starr's in the room Soon you feel the boom A masterpiece from the East Enough respect where you're from Just don't act dumb We drop the shit that's classic You can't surpass it We last it And now we've run shit You bastard I'm like a hairbrush Moving on your quick Got more depth than shallow rappers Cause my game is thick 10,000 MCs In a week I subtract Cause the maket's over saturated Scrub X Who wants to try next And who wants to die next I'm vexed with mother fuckers Who's dope shit I find next Up from the alley Now the riches I acquire Cash coming by the wire Rhymes with chariots of fire Call me the dawn Call me the man Or call me Sir But never forget this little nigger knows the score For competition Yo all there's no fucking chance My troop is my partrol group And go in advance I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show I got to make the dough Got to run this show, run this show, run this show... I got to make the dough Got to run this show