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Once upon a time there was young'n bout his grind
There was mountain he would climb
And like a diamond he would shine (shine)
So they took shots at him
They all throw rocks at him
And he ain't stop he let 'em
Let 'em play they self outta position
Til he got tired of listening, and put him in a submission
It's only one way in and out the Rock, and that's through me
Unless you muthafukkers know SC
(And um) he's to busy, we gets busy
Come to kitty, nikkas spend it like he tryna get em dizzy
Is he, [sniff's x2] smells just like it
Ya tuned into the future, I just made you psychic
Comes to the mixtapes I'm the nikka they psych with
shyt and wipe my ass with the whole damn circuit
Tryna show Sylvia Romes and Sincere Pomes
The finest outta Queens since Sincere Jones
In the belly of the beast
Beast these boys
These boys re-boy
Outta purp and boy
A new jersey's not quite my style
Same ol digital watch, I just iced the dial
Wow, said it's not a face without a smile
It's not a case without a trial
A waist without a pist(al)
Pistol, I done pissed out so much Cristal
I could give these bytches a christening
Glisstening, only do it once in a blue moon
I'm still in the hood muthafukker it's too soon
nikkas is imposters
Scared of who? I dances with the wolves
I'm Kevin Costner
Gangstas get chubby and move to miami
Try mid-town loft me and Porcshe Cayenne me
Is that God tryna send me a subliminal message
Is it a gift or a curse that I'm blessed with
Well if I ain't gangsta I'm oh so gorgeus
Rap much better than em, flow so flawless
Still livin the life mufukker I'm law-less
And ya'll want me to give up all this
Maybe if I put down the clit-clat
Take all this Versace shyt back, you fakkits'll get back
I'm feelin like Ludacris, nikkas get back
You ludacris nikkas if you don't get that
There was mountain he would climb
And like a diamond he would shine (shine)
So they took shots at him
They all throw rocks at him
And he ain't stop he let 'em
Let 'em play they self outta position
Til he got tired of listening, and put him in a submission
It's only one way in and out the Rock, and that's through me
Unless you muthafukkers know SC
(And um) he's to busy, we gets busy
Come to kitty, nikkas spend it like he tryna get em dizzy
Is he, [sniff's x2] smells just like it
Ya tuned into the future, I just made you psychic
Comes to the mixtapes I'm the nikka they psych with
shyt and wipe my ass with the whole damn circuit
Tryna show Sylvia Romes and Sincere Pomes
The finest outta Queens since Sincere Jones
In the belly of the beast
Beast these boys
These boys re-boy
Outta purp and boy
A new jersey's not quite my style
Same ol digital watch, I just iced the dial
Wow, said it's not a face without a smile
It's not a case without a trial
A waist without a pist(al)
Pistol, I done pissed out so much Cristal
I could give these bytches a christening
Glisstening, only do it once in a blue moon
I'm still in the hood muthafukker it's too soon
nikkas is imposters
Scared of who? I dances with the wolves
I'm Kevin Costner
Gangstas get chubby and move to miami
Try mid-town loft me and Porcshe Cayenne me
Is that God tryna send me a subliminal message
Is it a gift or a curse that I'm blessed with
Well if I ain't gangsta I'm oh so gorgeus
Rap much better than em, flow so flawless
Still livin the life mufukker I'm law-less
And ya'll want me to give up all this
Maybe if I put down the clit-clat
Take all this Versace shyt back, you fakkits'll get back
I'm feelin like Ludacris, nikkas get back
You ludacris nikkas if you don't get that
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