Boy died from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin the street, holdin the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us) Rollin with me
me why you hate the game? So tell me why you hate the game? Y'all know what it is The streets named me Illmatic But yet, I'm still at it, yeah haters Felon, fights behind me
clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) Clap
from Bed-Stuy I've been, controllin the street, holdin the heat Shit I only want what's stolen from me (Nah you ain't fuckin wit us) Rollin with me, could
they see me "folks are quick to point their fingers at me faster than ET, my fellonies be changing wit the weather I'll be the nigger blacker than this
dont even have a spider Idea when you need me , we gonna worst turn into fighters yea yea bitch ya muthaphukkin biter Cock And, Squeeze, Bust Dirty Dozen dont fuck wit
write songs Monarch absolute, serve a glass of proof When I vanish leave my spirit in a planet On top of the surface my words and wit emerging [
at me instantly As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit' cho'
bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent] Fix the cell, blast the room devil spray, turnin proof Hoe whip, bulet proof, yopu ain't fuckin wit me
clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) I said, clap your hands everybody (aiyyo) And everybody just clap your hands (aiyyo) Clap
me instantly As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many But still I'm impressed wit' cho' wild