Lyrics
I done killed with the best of them,
chilled with the rest of them,
Every fly bird ever, I made it to the nest with them,
E to the double G, yeah that's me,
but from now on, to you, its the king of New Jersey!
Respect, son.
Don't make me crack ya neck, son,
then have you call me papa as you paint my deck, son.
You're just a little kid, up in a big man's game,
I should probly drop the mic before I reach insane
status
connect you up to an apparatus
that'll make you regret crackin on my dodge stratus [which I don't even own]
you dont even know
how it goes
and you dont even know
about these ho's
and you dont even come
to our shows
cause you dont even know
about our flows
[Yeah, there was a second verse, but during recording, I forgot it, so it doesn't exist]
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