Motherfuc*** it's, W - I Act up, knuckles'll fly Swing somethin' that'll bubble your eye I've been trouble since the day I was born A couple mix-ups So I switched up, made it a song Put your fists up, say to the song You know the style, get wild Like a child I was raised in the corn...nigga And everybody wanna face-off, until they face off I'm like a jet when I take off I'm the one the grip the beat, youngin' No bullshit, I spit the heat, youngin' Hit the streets, youngin' You'll hear my name ring bells At your face, I aim these shells Young Wiz,"Hey pimpin" Prince of the city of steel ain't trippin' Pricks try to claim to be real, straight simpin' Y'all niggas ain't listenin' Hold up! Who you... Know realer? Flow iller? Move with a team of goons and go-rillas Bruise all the crews that choose they don't feel us Dudes probably thought I'd lose...NO, NIGGA! Go figga, man I'm playin' to win If a ni*** act up, then I'm layin' him in You can see a little change from the way that it's been Said it before, I'll say it again.. Motherfuc*** it's W, I (dot) Z (dot), playa! Cowards all stuck, I'm up at the top layer Half of y'all suck, it's nothin' to drop haters Stackin' all bucks, man f*** it it's not fa-ir Cause my team keep winnin', keep women Keep coming up with amounts of dollars, and keep spendin' em From the home where the hammers' shootin' Cats all day, hand-in-hand we're moving They can't swing like a fan was movin' Get chopped up like a jam in Houston It's young Wiz, huh? Steel City, yeah! Pittsburgh-fitted low, I'm the rookie of the year Yeah! And I rock and roll 'Till the kid rock Rollies, and my pockets swole Getting paid's not optional I tell chicks, C.D.C. - Cash Daddy's Checks and rollTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
