[Intro: Marley Marl]
Gawd-DAYUM! I don't know what y'all been thinkin bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down!!
[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]
I'm from the streets that make niggas walk slow talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French (Brooklyn baby!)
Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
'Til your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringing bells, my name's so demanding
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning
(That boy still standing!)
I hope you niggas over standing; I stay sucker-free
The next Kane up in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck wit me, the rap game'll need protective custody
(AHH!) I'm the same thug to be, surrounded with women
Gave the game True Religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you cannot escape
The hip-hop version of The Ring, and you just watched the tape
(Next up!)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
And keep your eyes on the niggas in noir
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of war
Me and my brother on par with nann nigga
We trill workin the wheel, understand nigga? (Understand?)
I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin
I'm way past endin in my series of warnin
You flex with me tonight playa you dead by the mornin (Woo!)
Bun Beater the best ever breathin or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Got to any city nigga and bring my name up (all of em!)
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up
Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin ass and then burp him
(DAYUM!) Don't fuck around I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me
(Next up!)
Gawd-DAYUM! I don't know what y'all been thinkin bout
But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down!!
[Verse 1: Big Daddy Kane]
I'm from the streets that make niggas walk slow talk low
With white chalk-o, mi casa be siete uno ocho
Brooklyn motherfucker, handle this
Pardon my Spanish and French (Brooklyn baby!)
Okay, I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather
'Til your face sever, one of the greatest ever
Beyond ringing bells, my name's so demanding
Shit, I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota Fanning
(That boy still standing!)
I hope you niggas over standing; I stay sucker-free
The next Kane up in the game, you ain't got enough to be
Your career last a week, that'll be luckily
Fuck wit me, the rap game'll need protective custody
(AHH!) I'm the same thug to be, surrounded with women
Gave the game True Religion before you found it in denim
Feel the Wrath of Kane and you cannot escape
The hip-hop version of The Ring, and you just watched the tape
(Next up!)
[Verse 2: Bun B]
And keep your eyes on the niggas in noir
Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of war
Me and my brother on par with nann nigga
We trill workin the wheel, understand nigga? (Understand?)
I smother and split a bitch down to the tendon
High pressure, if you don't break your ass bendin
I'm way past endin in my series of warnin
You flex with me tonight playa you dead by the mornin (Woo!)
Bun Beater the best ever breathin or deceased
From the South to Midwest, Cali to the East
Got to any city nigga and bring my name up (all of em!)
I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up
Call a nigga up, email him or chirp him
Make a meal out his motherfuckin ass and then burp him
(DAYUM!) Don't fuck around I'm not your lil' homey
I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me
(Next up!)
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