And while you and your man/
Is auditioning for Making the Band//
I had Diddy on Lennox tryna find out who I am/
Homie **** you and the block you claim/
Listen, **** you, and **** your fame//
You a ghetto superstar, then **** your name/
And if I ever get a chance I'ma **** your dame//
Then I might **** your mother then **** your aunt/
And spit in your face like "pfft, you ****** punk"//
See I'm too hot to ****** touch/
And if you've got a problem with my language, so ****** what//
It ain't no smirk on my face cuz I'm ****** serious/
He can't solve a problem, you ****** idiot//
I'm gettin out of line, stay the **** in your place/
Matter of fact, go stand there, just get the **** out my face//
What the **** I gotta do to show catz I'm a ****** problem/
I done embarrassed damn near half of ****** Harlem//
Stop frontin, you ****** broke/
And Millz mean what he say, you a ****** joke//
**** what you gettin and **** what you got/
And if you really love Philly ************ you can die on your block//
Hold up, matter of fact, **** your block/
We can take it to the fists duke, **** the glock//
**** your mother and **** your pops/
**** whatever you stand for and **** whoever think you hot//
Stop tryin to take the ****** tough route/
Cuz Puffy's standin over you like "damn you got knocked the **** out"//
Play tough and end up in the ****** sky/
And you ****** with Millz, that's a ****** lie//
You mad cuz when I rhyme chicks say "I wanna **** him"/
And when you rhyme they just be like "boo, **** him"//
**** what you heard/
Millz ain't no ****** herb//
I'll leave you layin on the ****** curb/
Kill you and your ****** boo//
And whoever feels sad at the funeral, **** them too/
Listen homeboy, I'm here to make them grands/
You here, alright homie you can make the band/
Listen, right here I'll shake the man/
And after I embarrass Ness I'ma shake his hand/
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