Iron Maiden

What you doing on our turf, punk? I got a message for Smokey Give it You Smokey, man? Give it! If you ain't Smokey it ain't your motherfucking message Motherfucker, I said, give me the message! It's from Willie, in the slam Nigga, you been busted? Yeah, the man picked me up Well, I ain't got no fucking time to play with you Now give me the message Willie's in Warwick, doing one to three Told me to tell y'all motherfuckers to keep cool He be out one way or another, quick Maybe I can stick around for a while? No, that's out man! You know What could we, The Lords, do with a punk like you? Kiss my ass, motherfucker Burn him! Just me and you, motherfucker, just me and you! I put trademarks around your fucking eye! Portraying but haven't been paying (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Yeah, no doubt, no doubt (uh-huh, uh-huh) This polly champ cat Yeah, stop this one (uh-huh, uh-huh) Yo, Gambino niggas who swipe theirs, deluxe rap cavaliers Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs sit back jollyin' My team be gaming like three-card molly and drug Somalians pollying Mittens raps they crocheting Ayo Iron, these niggas portraying but haven't been paying For real, slide on these niggas like a fresh pair Caesar fade style, usually tuck grenade Throw a blade, fuck getting laid, guzzle this shit like Gatorade Day to day, Wallies half-leather, half-suede Connecting with the high stylist, dun Light up a chalice, I run with nothing but the wildest, foulest Come on now, long-dick style niggas on the hit out, ayo Iron bite my shit out Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally Been doing this a century kid, shit's meant to be Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the Caribbean Skiin' off-white BM Snatch Canadian cream with Scandinavians Palladium style, play it like 32 Arabians The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on When I go, bury me with velour on They come to me, and understand? Just let me get mines first Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do Fuck 'em up bad! Sure enough, hit the bank and thrust Wu Nauticas Jamie Sommer got trained on the tour bus We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label Hitting white-label, left the Winnebago unstable Smooth sailing, walked in, my Earth start kneeling Started stealing, I'm too ill See we're grilling at the parlay, kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine quote, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin in Knowledge of God sounded ill Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless Dead arm the prosecutor, smack the juror Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura We sit back on Malayan islands Sipping mixed drinks out of broke coconut bowls, we wilding Sit back jollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Sit back jollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Sit back jollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) My team be gamin' like three card rolly an' drug Somalians pollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Sit back jollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) My team be gamin' like three card Rolly and drug Somalians pollyin' (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Sit back Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard Rap paramedical, the wizard Cappadonna, never catering to none My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter You order five thousand back across the water My laboratory story keep me flowing with the glory Acapella or deep dirty instrumental I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew One gallon of wilding, Park Hill profiling I cut your face a buck 50 sure, why you smiling? For violating my position I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence Person to person, it be hard for you to take a trophy You're better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me 'Cause I'm P.L.O. TKO every day Dancehall General, party fanatic Colonel Cappadonna son'a old school Disco Inferno Veteran for rapping with the new set of Wu-Wear hard rapping '96 jive, I keep the live crowd clapping When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic and Shaolin spark the Meth-Tical Every evening, I have a by myself meeting Thinking who's gonna be the next to catch a beating From my mental slang and bitching rap twist the point of warfare? I brutalize, all competition catch hell here Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it Give me my rewards The way I-, the way I wanna get 'em, I want 'em gotten I want 'em layin' out, I want 'em gotten 'Cause niggas need to be got He need to be taken off of here That's right