Def Squad, uh huh, check it
No more long roads, my time's up
The rap game is bumper to bumper, I take a shortcut
I do a 120 down the Deegan
Fly past the cops, they like, he's speedin'
I'm in a two triple zero MB
Flaunt it, 'til the gas tank's empty
Yo, me and Redman take a detour
Uptown, park in front of Branson's store
I see a couple of chickens upon the scene
I roll down the window and I flash the greens
I got my hand upon the steerin' wheel
With the gangsta lean
Watch and rings, doin' my thing, bling-bling
I'm out there sittin' on Lorenzo's
Attractin', two, four, five or six hoes
Uh, girls scream my name
And the hype crazy, it wasn't me, it was the fame
E Dub, the rap sugar cane
Your homeboy drove up, I give a fuck who came
I'm off the hook like 27th street
Between 11th and 12th, all by myself
Ayo, you think you holdin' it down
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay, you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin'
I whoop your ass
Ay, you think you hold the crown
Don't get gassed
On the real you and your mans are clowns
Don't get gassed
Ay, you think you flyer than me
Don't get gassed
I'm legend, know somethin'
I whoop your ass
Check it, who wanna go at it, buck for buck
I come through like nigga, what? In a Brinks truck
Blow it up like the Spanish cat in Dead Presidents
Get the money, hand out gifts in your residence
From Snoop Dogg 'Bitch Please'
King of New York, Christopher Walken on MC's
I'm hard to please, excite me
Jump off the Brooklyn Bridge
Heads first, face, thug and live
Now that might get you a, "Yo duke is ill"
But that still ain't got shit to do with the skills
Uh, why you wanna go against me with no brains
When I'm a big dude and you a buck and change
Me, I got no time for playin' games
If it can't ride upon the track then switch lanes
New game, watch how I rearrange the structure
Here's a hundred grand, keep the change, you fucker
I'm like the magazine, my flow is upscale
My shit flourish and yours don't sale
On the other hand
You're mad to def at SoundScan
And left with a couple of fans
So what you and your man went gold
Don't get gassed
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin'
I whoop your ass
So what you and your man went gold
I got a couple of million sold
Don't get gassed
I bet ya next year you fold
Don't get gassed
I'm a legend, know somethin'
I whoop your ass, yeah
Don't believe the hype
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