Heat 7 (feat. Method Man)

Yo, Pap, this hard bruh

Like, like slap your mom on her birthday hard bruh

All truth

Yeah

This is all bidness

No card limit, black car tinted, I put y'all in this

Search and it hurts them cars rented

When the God spit it, like SARS with it, you'll all get it

Call these bars sick as last caught with it, your bars tendered

Soft, winded, just take off end it, I'm offended

59 fifty, I'm authentic, 'cause y'all fitted

Bars, twice as hard as them park benches my palm itching

Y'all picking sides, this is suicide, we squad different

I'm Scott Pippen, nice around mics, my palm grippin'

'Nother palm is liftin' my Charles Dickens now pause, listen

You think the ball slippin'

No vacation, you think the ball trippin'

Conversation, look at the boy drippin'

No competition, I put the comp into composition

Get a thot's attention, she give me props then the proposition

Not my position beside the fact that it's not opinion

Once I know the mission, I'm black op'n the opposition

Am I the greatest? Yes

Downtown Brooklyn shoppin' the INS

The 574 New Balance matchin' the Avirex

The [documented?] legacy of a goat they afraid to test

Your shit Nikes, I put my foot so far up your A-S-S

Hate when New York go against New York

It make me [vex?] we lose either way

It's like when the Yankees play the Mets

Spit fire like Ghostface, U-God, Rae or Meth

My pen deadly as Jigsaw, playin' the game of death

The criminal minded album cover strap like KRS

The basketball tournament trophy winner, I pay the reps

I bear perfection, both hands are treacherous, I'm ambidextrous

You can't outgrind or outshine me with a fancy necklace

My aura can't be mess with, I'm cocking fullies dropping bullies, rockin' hoodies, poppin' woolies right on the benchy reckless

Got trust funds for my loved ones, my family precious

My crown's barking more than Charles Bronson

This can't be death wish