Oh!

Yeah! What we talkin 'bout?

Yeah! What we doin here?

Joell, with the Large Pro-L

When you get'cho money, get'cho mind right

I say what's real, fuck that limelight!

All these haters, they don't want it

All these haters, know I'm on it

And I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "Oh!"

Then I got 'em like AYYY-OHHH; and now they like "OH!"

Yeah - you niggaz think it's a game

See a smile on my face, Freq' turn me up

Pro - go wild on my bass, these muh'fuckers gotta know

I'm crack cocaine in the 80's, I got a flow

I rap so crazy, you play with me - adios

Homey, I'm the second coming

This ain't the first time I've been on a record buggin

Sho' nuff won't be the last, I'm just gettin started

You hollow, no furniture in a big apartment

I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap

And I can scrap nigga, don't get your ligaments cracked

Man I'll get at Twitter (ha!) I'm street to the 9th power

Walk in the spot, one deep with a light, yaowa

I'd be lyin if I told you that my bucks major

But I walk in and pick the broad that I'ma fuck later

Club carpet becomes garbage for the Dutch paper

I see you watchin - whattup hater?!

Somebody said his homey was better; I guess he lied

I'm hot, got my borough on lock, like 25

to life when I write feel the ground shakin

E'ry word that I recite, get the town bakin

I'm not yo' average beast (nope!)

I can't stomach y'all, make my abs get weak

Extra nauseous from the blab you speak

So drop your pens, rip your notepad and skeet

You not a friend, don't make me have to grab you creeps

I count to ten; one.. two/too late, bastards

Look at y'all, shook, Kool-Aid packets

You know the situation, I'm that intimidatin

Cold dog, I flow like a fridge in Nathan's

You tryin to bring it back, I'm just tryin to bring it

You got them Red Bull bars, you just kinda wing it

Like a butter knife, that ain't gon' cut it

But I ain't even mad at y'all fuckers!

You niggaz can look around, ain't nobody as hot

If you nobody, I stop by and body your block (WHATTUP?!)

If you somebody I turn you to the first nigga; I'm the worst nigga

Call me Mr. Earth, niggaz bodies are dropped

My team really 'bout it homey, shotties are popped

You a BITCH! Probably shit, get on your potties and squat

This rap music is my new hustle

I don't plan to post up, with a few bundles

I'm on the grind all the time with a 9 nigga, headnod shit

Y'all weak; man this is sweet like a eggnog mix

Every word I speak's like a splurge out of the pound

Y'all birds out here TWEETS, like words after a #

Say my name and I'ma put you in your place

No not a song - I'ma come see you and punch you in your face!!

(BLAOW) Bling Brooklyn, cause that's where I've brought up

You ballin, I'm above the rim - don't get caught up