[Intro: Reek Da Villian] (Vado)
(HUH!!!) Yeah! Reek Da Villian! (MOST HATED!!!!)
Vado! Strong Island! Huh! (HARLEM!) Conglomerate!
Reap what you sowed nigga! (BUSTA WHATTUP?!)
Real nigga shit! Listen!
[Verse 1: Reek Da Vilian]
B.I.G. will forever be the best 'til I'm deaf
But you are now rockin with the best of the rest
Things wasn't goin right, and the checks wasn't prepped
So I made about face and took them steps to the left
Now I'm where I wanna be, thousand dollar garments
Ridin around with the garders and commercialized starships
McClarens vehicles foreign, castles McCormick
Rappin like I should be holdin the mic on some deformed shit
Copped oil since the balls for your mom's list
Hoppin out the Phantom junior senior high promed it
Be alarmed I don't get involved with all the nonsense
Got shooters underwing for every hair on my armpit
Have my youngins put some shots in your V
Them copper tops go pop and drop in your T
We move rocks from spots and clock for the G's
Not from Yonkers but I keep blocks on locks with the D
My saliva in antifreeze DNA Motorworld
Givin these amateurs my number so they can have a protocol
Get it, yeah so they can have some protocol
I hit the car lot and go shoppin call that the motor morgue
Strong Island we wildin the farm loud that we plowin
My palm pilot get malice when four cowards be blaowin
The don pilots be crowdin and mob talents we stylin
Them dark alleys be foulin so calm down or be violent
HUH! 'Cause I'm heavy with dough
A weapon of mass destruction so I'm ready to blow
And don't do this with the kid unless you ready to flow
And whenever you feel you ready I'll be ready for show
GO! GO!
(HUH!!!) Yeah! Reek Da Villian! (MOST HATED!!!!)
Vado! Strong Island! Huh! (HARLEM!) Conglomerate!
Reap what you sowed nigga! (BUSTA WHATTUP?!)
Real nigga shit! Listen!
[Verse 1: Reek Da Vilian]
B.I.G. will forever be the best 'til I'm deaf
But you are now rockin with the best of the rest
Things wasn't goin right, and the checks wasn't prepped
So I made about face and took them steps to the left
Now I'm where I wanna be, thousand dollar garments
Ridin around with the garders and commercialized starships
McClarens vehicles foreign, castles McCormick
Rappin like I should be holdin the mic on some deformed shit
Copped oil since the balls for your mom's list
Hoppin out the Phantom junior senior high promed it
Be alarmed I don't get involved with all the nonsense
Got shooters underwing for every hair on my armpit
Have my youngins put some shots in your V
Them copper tops go pop and drop in your T
We move rocks from spots and clock for the G's
Not from Yonkers but I keep blocks on locks with the D
My saliva in antifreeze DNA Motorworld
Givin these amateurs my number so they can have a protocol
Get it, yeah so they can have some protocol
I hit the car lot and go shoppin call that the motor morgue
Strong Island we wildin the farm loud that we plowin
My palm pilot get malice when four cowards be blaowin
The don pilots be crowdin and mob talents we stylin
Them dark alleys be foulin so calm down or be violent
HUH! 'Cause I'm heavy with dough
A weapon of mass destruction so I'm ready to blow
And don't do this with the kid unless you ready to flow
And whenever you feel you ready I'll be ready for show
GO! GO!
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