Yo, look, clown, I come through to put it down Keep thinkin’ that you hard; take a look around I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain And when it go down, my hos do the same thing We all in the same game; we all willin’ to bang Ain’t nobody going against the grain, so take aim B.R.’s evasive; cut all the faces; catch all the cases; this real You rather bet ‘cha life than face me I mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest The title I hold I won’t relinquish And this type s*** you should distinguish And one phone call, and I’ll extinquish I mean this; you seen this Blue steel fo’fo’; the caliber – Excalibur I’m a destroy my next challenger B. Rob, high post emcee Quick to spray Raid on the roach emcee So don’t be apporachin’ me without the cross and rosary Who this n**** ‘pose to be? I blast him in the open beef Damn, Black, how you do that der? ‘Cause we don’t care I’ll take ’em there
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro (I’ll take ’em there) That’s when I realized I’m dreaming Too late now Guess I’ll finish what I started, baby
Y’all n****s heard the first verse; no doubt s*** bangin’ Verse two make sure none of y’all left hangin’ Got honnies lovin’ this s*** too; girl, I’m wit’ chu Long as you know my pants don’t fit chu Money good look; understand why he shook S***, I’m rich; face all up in the Guinness Book Check all the records I set; it’s major Check that the sets I wreck with flavor F*** that Cajun; guns stay bond c*** Boiling hot; hold s*** down like Fort Knox Man, knock the rhyme unorthodox What’cha barely understand, s***, I did with the L.O.X. Give me the props; I’m tryin’ set a mark this year And bring the equipment out to the parks this year So y’all could see how it used to be I’m lookin’ towards the future, see Black here to stay It’s time y’all got used to me Puff said Black ain’t tryin’ to fit in Up and down the coast; can’t count the spots I’ve been in Put’cha bid in
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro (I’ll take ’em there) That’s when I realized I’m dreaming Too late now Guess I’ll finish what I started, baby
I hit arenas, swinging notice if my name was Teddy Pender Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blenda’ I want ch’all to feel hardcore; nothin tenda’ Blessed this mic for as long as I remember Y’all can’t see the Rob Uh-uh, y’all must be stupid If I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped it I looped it; this fly s*** from Nebodaga Me, and Yogi, and Hard Pierre from You don’t Know Me I dare you to come against me, run against me Use your gun against me You finito, finished I’ve seen wild cats diminished, foldin’ for Bad Boy’s known to ball Internationally, I’m sayin’ actually I have to be the next cat to go and sell a million records casually So, prepare yourself for the storm Nineteen-nine-nine, it’s on And I’m just gettin’ warm
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of ‘dro (I’ll take ’em there) That’s when I realized I’m dreaming Too late now Guess I’ll finish what I started, baby
