[Intro]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wreckin' ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal, he's hungry, you ain’t been hungry since Supreme Clientele
Remember what you first told me when I took you in?
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah)
You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up)
You wanted to be the Champ (Got your boy in the booth, nigga)
You ain't hungry, matter of fact, I don’t want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
(Just Blaze)
[Verse 1]
Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
Yo, I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin' with vengeance
My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy?
Wonderin' how did y'all niggas get past me?'
I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My Wallos, I did 'em up
Them bricks, I sent 'em up
My raps, y'all bit 'em up
For that, now, stick 'em up
10-4, good buddy, Tone got his money up
Worth millions, still bag your bitch lookin' bummy, what?
Y'all starin' at the Angel of Death
Liar, liar, pants on fire, you burnin' up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal street opera
Pop a Tec, mad fluid, got the projects boomin', indeed
I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed
That's when I was still in the jungle, slingin' that D
This guy is a bulldozer with a wreckin' ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back
He's an animal, he's hungry, you ain’t been hungry since Supreme Clientele
Remember what you first told me when I took you in?
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah)
You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up)
You wanted to be the Champ (Got your boy in the booth, nigga)
You ain't hungry, matter of fact, I don’t want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
(Just Blaze)
[Verse 1]
Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone
Yo, I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin' with vengeance
My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy?
Wonderin' how did y'all niggas get past me?'
I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My Wallos, I did 'em up
Them bricks, I sent 'em up
My raps, y'all bit 'em up
For that, now, stick 'em up
10-4, good buddy, Tone got his money up
Worth millions, still bag your bitch lookin' bummy, what?
Y'all starin' at the Angel of Death
Liar, liar, pants on fire, you burnin' up like David Koresh
This is architect music, verbal street opera
Pop a Tec, mad fluid, got the projects boomin', indeed
I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed
That's when I was still in the jungle, slingin' that D
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