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[featuring craig g roxanne shante bizmarkie big daddy kane]
I don't care who's first or who's last
But i know that y'all better just drop this
At the dro dro drop of a dime ba baby
[cutlass]
Crai crai craig g light up the mic
Craig craig craig craig
Craig g light up the mic
Craig g light up the mic for the symphony
Verse one: craig g
Ahh politics & bullshit got me hectic
Let me show y'all new rappers how to do a posse record
Craig g-i, with the frankie c
U-t-l-a-double-s, mc's get trouble
Best i flow with the the swiftness, never
However new mc's pulled the lever, my style's much better
Anyone can be a victim
Empty tracks i lick sick em
I flip em rip em and strip em of all of they pride
As i slide, in out of these states i stay great
What the g stand for, i'm slammin you and your
Whole staff, style, split an atom in half
East coast west coast, don't make me laugh!
The whole america feels my wrath, ahh!
It's like a terrier was on that ass, ahh, yeah!
Cause nine-six ain't about jack shit
Fuck versacci i'm like rocky when i'm bustin yo' lip
Bust these metaphors for better or worse, my style burst
Your grill into itty-bitty pieces as i release, my thesis
Uhh, craig g, i believe that's me
Ninetenn-eighty-five til infinity, ahhh
[cutlass]
Shante!
Sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha, sha-sha
Shante!
Shante! the baddest around
Verse two: roxanne shante
Aiyyo, you're lost in the sauce, bitches still remain
Useless, but when i reign bitches can't sustain
The drama, word to momma bitch i leave you leakin
Roxanne shante stay creepin
You sleepin but i stay armed, and dangerous
No matter what your name is, bitch i make you famous
A lot of bitches swear shit's sweet
But when i creep i'ma lace you from your head to your fuckin feet
Frankie cutlass put me on so i'm back again
Ain't nothin changed it's still the same, ain't no smilin friend
I remember eighty-seven eighty-eight
I was the only one gettin weight from upstate
Gettin cake, juice crew all-stars was my boys
Runnin round town baby makin mad noise
Backtrack turn back the page
Live on stage, wreckin niggaz at a early age
I was only fifteen thinkin big time
At the time blind all my eyes saw was goldmine
So all you fake cristal sippin bitches
Here's a thirty-eight bitch, click it!
I didn't think so...
[cutlass]
I be the bizmarkie
Biz-biz-biz
I be the bizmarkie