Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable
I stepped back like it wasn't no thing
Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole when it came to that
Yo Z you was packin You know I was strapped
Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back and unbuttoned my Lee denim
They kept coming just like I figured
So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz
What a way to go out, out like a sucka
But I'm on track, like a Long Island train
that can head your mission, suckers who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake always hissing
Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast
Givin best wishes to the best MC
And when the spot is blown, ey yo you know it's me
Because I'm housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Coolin at a party, no better yet disco
Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco
Move...
To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco
Gimme the cue, check one two
Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo
Treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild
Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul
MC's, you know who you are
On the bandwagon Why Z Cuz you a star
This is the year that when the joker's are wild
When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it happens
If it gets wild, then I'll start cappin
But for now, since everything's calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
Because I'm housin
Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb
compositores: ERICK SERMON, PARRISH J SMITH
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