[Intro: Papoose]
They try to pick and choose who they want to shine
Instead of lettin' those shine who's supposed to shine
It's really not connectin' with the audience because people don't really wanna hear these certain individuals
With this bein' the mecca, I don't give a fuck how you slice it
You gonna wanna hear somebody that's lyrically inclined
You gonna wanna hear somebody with some substance
[Chorus: Rakim]
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Yeah, it's the nigga they love to hate
Used to hustle for days, now lobster cover my plate
I'm joggin' on all these niggas, ain't even come for the race
Used to couldn't get numbers, now I just cum in they face like a porn star
If you get lost, just hit the OnStar
Learned that from Cam, had grams all in my mom's car
I'm just reapin' the benefits from the time I spent deliverin' premium quality like a Heineken
Nigga's lost and they wanderin'
Lotta paper for launderin'
Clap at you like the audience, you puttin' on a good show
Switchin' gears in the Mustang
He caught a buck fifty ear to his mustache, still let his nuts hang
They press you when you get to that island, you from what gang?
I done felt enough pain, sick of takin' the bus and train
With five dollars for dinner, had to decide
Should I go order some chicken or get high?
I'm pullin out my weapon
They try to pick and choose who they want to shine
Instead of lettin' those shine who's supposed to shine
It's really not connectin' with the audience because people don't really wanna hear these certain individuals
With this bein' the mecca, I don't give a fuck how you slice it
You gonna wanna hear somebody that's lyrically inclined
You gonna wanna hear somebody with some substance
[Chorus: Rakim]
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
Pull out my weapon and start to squeeze
A magnum as a microphone, murderin' emcees
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Yeah, it's the nigga they love to hate
Used to hustle for days, now lobster cover my plate
I'm joggin' on all these niggas, ain't even come for the race
Used to couldn't get numbers, now I just cum in they face like a porn star
If you get lost, just hit the OnStar
Learned that from Cam, had grams all in my mom's car
I'm just reapin' the benefits from the time I spent deliverin' premium quality like a Heineken
Nigga's lost and they wanderin'
Lotta paper for launderin'
Clap at you like the audience, you puttin' on a good show
Switchin' gears in the Mustang
He caught a buck fifty ear to his mustache, still let his nuts hang
They press you when you get to that island, you from what gang?
I done felt enough pain, sick of takin' the bus and train
With five dollars for dinner, had to decide
Should I go order some chicken or get high?
I'm pullin out my weapon
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