Spanish Fly

Yo, look clown, I come through, 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 hoes do the same thing

We all in the same gang, 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 your life than face me

I mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee

Black the fiendish, uh, the title I hold, I won't relinquish

And this type shit you should distinguish

And one phone call and I'll extinguish

I mean this, you seen this

Blue steel, four-four the caliber

Excalibur, I'ma destroy my next challenger

B. Rob, high post MC

Quick to spray Raid on a roach MC

So don't be approachin' me without the cross and rosary

Who this nigga 'posed to be? I'll blast him in the open beef

Damn Black, how you do that there?

'Cause we don't care, I'll take 'em there

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough

Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro

That's when I realized I'm dreaming

Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby

Y'all niggas heard the first verse, no doubt shit bangin'

Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin'

Got honeys lovin' this shit too, bro, I'm with you

Long as you know my pants don't fit you

Money, good look, understand why he shook

Shit, 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

Fuck the occasion, guns stay pon cock

Boilin' when hot, hold shit down like Fort Knox

Man, not to rhyme unorthodox

But y'all barely understand shit I did with The LOX

Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark this year

And bring the equipment out to the park this year

So y'all can see how it used to be, I'm lookin' toward the future, see

Black, he 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 your bid in

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough

Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro

That's when I realized I'm dreaming

Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby

I hear the beat and swing a note as if my name was Teddy Pender'

Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blender

I want y'all to feel hardcore, nothin' tender

Blessin' 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 shit from ni bodega

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

Fold and fall, 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, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro

That's when I realized I'm dreaming

Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough

Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro

That's when I realized I'm dreaming

Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby

Last night, I dreamed of some more dough

Some crystal, six pistols