That Ni**A

Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter

Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture

I wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout it

For New York, I cover the sport, like Marv Albert

One, two, when I exhale, the one-two

Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.

Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley

I'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the Remy

There's so many fraud, how could you call that real?

I supply fire that'll forge the steel

Can't ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With

who?)

With that nigga, that kid, you're sure to feel

Big money, big guns, big cars and all

Rock tally on the floor, at the Monster's Ball

From the 718 to the 310

Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes

[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]

They see me in the streets they be like (That's that

nigga)

Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that nigga)

Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that nigga)

All across the board they goin' (That's that nigga)

Girls of the world say (That's that nigga)

All across the board they goin' (That's that nigga)

They see him in the streets they be like (That's that

nigga)

Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that nigga)

[Inspectah Deck]

The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed

Number one with a bullet, that's cocked to squeeze

He's artist of the year, who can touch me son?

Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begun

And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game

My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same

In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud

Non-believers wonder how I'm talk of the town

Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise

Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise

Now what nigga? Only drugs sell quicker

Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner

You'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stash

My tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the mass

I'm comin' like the taxman for all their business

I'm bound by my honor, so ya'll bear witness

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]

A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared

For the Top Gun, smokin' like weed in the air

Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard

Postin' hard, approachin' get you closer to God

This is real life money, not a scene from a movie

U.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie

The groupies crowd the 6 point o

If it's like that now, wait til this joint blow

Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some

The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun

That keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin'

Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin'