This guy is a bulldozer with a
wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye
and tread marks on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry,
since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me
when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter
(yeah!)
You wanted to be a killer (New York
Stand Up)
You wanted to be the Champ! (got your
boy in the booth nigga)
You ain't hungry
Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym
Get out of my ring, you disgust me
Godzilla bankroll Stones
from Stilion
Yo I ain't got it all,
that means I barely home
Trailblazer stay ballin'
Revenge is my arts is crafty darts
While y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy
Wonderin' how
y'all niggas get past me
I been doin this before Nas
dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone
got is money up
Worth millions still back your
bitch lookin' bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning
up like David Koresh
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully
got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when I was still in the jungle
slangin' that D
Get out my face!
No you
ain't got no mo?'
Don't need no has been
messin' up my corner
And you better get that mad look off
your face 'fore I knock it off
Hey fool you ready for another beating
You should have never came back
Look here man after I crucify him,
you next!
And you better have a good doctor
to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in the
Octagon with two razors
Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm
I lost it, wild and raw before rap,
I was gettin' it on
Took a fat nigga out in like 40secs
My gun get hard wit a 45 still
erects and eagle on
Kangol hat slanted coconut
bounce to Morocco
Guerilla medallions like
Flavor Flav clock yo
Niggas want me dead but they
scared to step to me
Rip they guts out like a
hysterectomy
When beef collide look on the flip
by the penitentiary kite
Or get you bumped off from the inside
Jaws is hanging
Frauds is leftin' they draws
on the floor complaining
Bird ass nigga resemble
Keenon Ivory Waynes
Stay in your place dirt born rappers
get Shadow box for training
Ya'll still eatin' bacon
Think nobody can,
don't give this nigga no statue give him death
I told y'all I wasn't going away
You had your shot no give me mine
Now why don't you tell these folks why you been ducking me,
politics man
You think you go ing to keep me down
They don't want me to have the title
Because I'm not a puppet
like that fool up there
Ask his woman she get more pipe
from the plumber than in bed
I'm the Champ!
I like the deuce of dia
monds cutting
spades on a glass table
Half a mil on my left ankle
Terry cloth Guess shorts
robes is comfortable
Bring me a nice bitch that
means I'll fuck with you
My swagger is Mick Jaeger
stones is rolling
Presti ge is cut to it tis spark
when weed went up
The Cocoa leaf is slightly damp
Sprouting in the backyard next
to Gran duke tomato plants
And jets get charted marquee
shit with the cars on it
They head and they earl to
the toilet and vomit
Back East summer MC
king since Cuban
Pretty Tone Iron Man and Bullet
proof and Supreme
Proof and you double deuce in the jeans
My man Snake was on the floor with the mother
load both of them green
IBF WBC Cruiserweight title shots
and Rap belts belong to D.C.
Listen
Ghostface Killah 
