Published by Soul Shant Music, BMI
From the lp Most Through
© 2000 House of Abdul
Verse 1:
I'm the most cocky arrogant niggas is
Mad Cause they can't stop me make it a point to watch me
I'm that drop V on the lot saying you can't
Cop me so get on the block I'm worth real money
The type you don't talk about around the feds
Too many zeros can't be hiding me up under the beds
I'm that nigga that turned your wifey into a whore
Start a war and still have these bitches begging for more
Got that frivolous dough ridiculous dough
The rap game four fifth sick grip on it dough
I'm tired of these big clicks all ice and no weight
It's cause I ain't come out yet that people buying your tapes
It's millenium city life orator
Some of y'all is too slow to understand this overture
So mature is my money valuer on my honey
Everybody two thousand now I swear this shits funny
y'all don't want nothing from me I'm that cat in the club
Got the fake versace shirt on with all of my thugs
And it's all love 'til somebody want's to play hard
And I make it so you can't go back to your day job.
Chorus x2:
You think I don't know all these niggas want to buss me
You think I don't know all these bitches want to fuck me
You think I don't know what my words do what you don't know
Is that I will hurt you...I'll hurt you
Verse2:
One hundred percent our money not borrowed money
Get you far gone from the long arm of the law money
Superstar money wet bar in the car money
Enough coke to keep you lit for the lawyers bahr money
Strong arm money a million on my arm dummy
Snatch the gold up out your mouth ain't it
Apparent that I'm hungry
Iced out roley nice can't hold me I'm legendary
Secondary to no one bring business to cemeteries
It's millenium shift the scene to full throttle
With a coke bottle reshape the faces of role models
I take old models and turn them back into dimes
Give them some practice let them fuck a couple of times
They take the game that I spit come to your strip
Half of your bitches and clients is what their coming back with
You think I don't know my words arouse the psyche
Most likely more influential then spike lee
Chorus x2:
Verse3:
Y'all ain't got no other choice but to embrace me disgrace me
It will be another 1,000 years before someone replace me
Cat's ain't ready to face me words are destined for long jevedy
Better be strapped with rockets and watch it I'm armed heavily
The new breed of rapper two speeds to clap you
When you thought you were ahead of the game.....
Just passed you
I'm after one thing so let my words warn you
I got an appetite for flesh like Jeffrey daumer
I don't mean to alarm you but this is my renaissance
Generation X screaming my name is the evidence
Your relevance to the rap game is no longer called for
I'm hardcore avoiding the struggle is what it's all for
Chorus x2:
I'm the most cocky arrogant niggas is
Mad Cause they can't stop me make it a point to watch me
I'm that drop V on the lot saying you can't
Cop me so get on the block I'm worth real money
The type you don't talk about around the feds
Too many zeros can't be hiding me up under the beds
I'm that nigga that turned your wifey into a whore
Start a war and still have these bitches begging for more
Got that frivolous dough ridiculous dough
The rap game four fifth sick grip on it dough
I'm tired of these big clicks all ice and no weight
It's cause I ain't come out yet that people buying your tapes
It's millenium city life orator
Some of y'all is too slow to understand this overture
So mature is my money valuer on my honey
Everybody two thousand now I swear this shits funny
y'all don't want nothing from me I'm that cat in the club
Got the fake versace shirt on with all of my thugs
And it's all love 'til somebody want's to play hard
And I make it so you can't go back to your day job.
Chorus x2:
You think I don't know all these niggas want to buss me
You think I don't know all these bitches want to fuck me
You think I don't know what my words do what you don't know
Is that I will hurt you...I'll hurt you
Verse2:
One hundred percent our money not borrowed money
Get you far gone from the long arm of the law money
Superstar money wet bar in the car money
Enough coke to keep you lit for the lawyers bahr money
Strong arm money a million on my arm dummy
Snatch the gold up out your mouth ain't it
Apparent that I'm hungry
Iced out roley nice can't hold me I'm legendary
Secondary to no one bring business to cemeteries
It's millenium shift the scene to full throttle
With a coke bottle reshape the faces of role models
I take old models and turn them back into dimes
Give them some practice let them fuck a couple of times
They take the game that I spit come to your strip
Half of your bitches and clients is what their coming back with
You think I don't know my words arouse the psyche
Most likely more influential then spike lee
Chorus x2:
Verse3:
Y'all ain't got no other choice but to embrace me disgrace me
It will be another 1,000 years before someone replace me
Cat's ain't ready to face me words are destined for long jevedy
Better be strapped with rockets and watch it I'm armed heavily
The new breed of rapper two speeds to clap you
When you thought you were ahead of the game.....
Just passed you
I'm after one thing so let my words warn you
I got an appetite for flesh like Jeffrey daumer
I don't mean to alarm you but this is my renaissance
Generation X screaming my name is the evidence
Your relevance to the rap game is no longer called for
I'm hardcore avoiding the struggle is what it's all for
Chorus x2:
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