I gots to talk. I gotta tell what I feel. I gotta talk about my life as I see it. Urine on the top was short like leprechaun. As I crush so-called willies, thugs, and rapper dons. Get in that ass, cook fast like Ramadan. It's that rap phenomenon. Don Dada. Fuck Papa. You got to call me Francis. M.H. White. Intake light totes. Tote iron. What's told in shootouts stay low and keep firing. Keep extra clips for extra shit. Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady. Frankie baby. Ain't no telling where I may be. See me in D.C. at Howard Homecoming with my man Capone Dumb and fucking something. You should know my steel up. Went from 10 G's for flow to 30 G's a show. To all G's with O's I've never seen before. So, G's us. Get off the notorious. Lean us before I squeeze and bust. If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit. I make it hot like a kettle get. You're delicate. You better get who sent ya. You're still pedal shit. I got more rides than Great Adventure. Biggie. Howard you're gonna do it. Do it. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. On your mark. Get set. When I spark you're wet. Look how dark you get when you're marked for death. Should I start your breath or should I let you die? In fear you start to cry. Ask why? Lyrically I'm worship. So front the word sick. You cursed it but rehearsed it. I drop unexpectedly like bird shit. You herbs get stuck quickly for all teas and show money. Don't forget the publishing. I punish them. I'm done with them son. I'm surprised you run with them. I think they got cum in them. Cause they nothing but dicks. Trying to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks. Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds that stick. Got paid off my flow rhyme with my own clique. Take trips to cairo laying with your bitch. Know you praying you is rich fucking brick. When I see you I'm going to kick in the door, Waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. Kick in the door, waive in the four four. All you heard was Papa don't hit me no more. This goes out for those that choose to use disrespectful views on the king of NY. Fuck that, why try? Throw bleach in your eye, now you're brailling it. Snatch that light shit, I'm scaling it. Conscience of your nonsense. You're 88, so more powder than Johnson and Johnson. Choke still like Bronson, vigilante. You want to get on son, you need to ask me. Ain't no other kings in this rap thing. They siblings, nothing but my children. One shot, they disappearing. It's ill win, MC's used to be on pretty shit. Took home, ready to die. Listen, studied shit, now they on some money shit. Successful out the blue, they lightweight. Fred Gilly, my 9 mili make the white shake. That's why my money never funny, and you still recouping. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.