That *****

(Inspectah Deck)
Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitter
Honey times, money hurry, snap that picture
I wanna see the walls come down, if yall bout it
For New York , I cover the sport, like Marv Albert
One, two, when I exhale, the one-two
Lock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.
Fire the semi, with no ice, no Bentley
Im just low fitty, throwin limes in the Remy
Theres so many fraud, how could you call that real?
I supply fire thatll forge the steel
Cant ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With who?)
With that *****, that kid, youre sure to feel
Big money, big guns, big cars and all
Rock tally on the floor, at the Monsters Ball
From the 718 to the 310
Underdawgz, U.D,s, the unsung heroes
(Chorus: Inspectah Deck)
They see me in the streets they be like (Thats that ***** )
Rebel I.N.S., yall know (Thats that *****)
Girls of the world be sayin (Thats that *****)
All across the board they goin (Thats that ** ***)
Girls of the world say (Thats that *****)
All across the board they goin (Thats that *****)
They see him in the streets they be like (Thats that *****)
Rebel I.N.S., yall know (Thats that *****)
(Inspectah Deck)
The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speed
Number one with a bullet, thats ****ed to squeeze
Hes artist of the year, who can touch me son?
Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, Ive just begun
And I wont stop, hoggin the lane, droppin my game
My dogs be, rockin them chains, poppin the same
In the distance, hawkin my style, talkin loud
Non-believers wonder how Im talk of the town
Hate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I uprise
Never thought big guns would survive, but surprise
Now what *****? Only drugs sell quicker
Been chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisoner
Youll find me, cruisin the Ave., tool in the stash
My tomb blast you in the smash, movin the mass
Im comin like the taxman for all their business
Im bound by my honor, so yall bear witness
(Chorus)
(Inspectah Deck)
A Titan like Steve McNair, be prepared
For the Top Gun, smokin like ***** in the air
Please beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yard
Postin hard, approachin get you closer to God
This is real life money, not a scene from a movie
U.D.s tighter than the jeans on a hoochie
The groupies crowd the 6 point o
If its like that now, wait til this joint blow
Tell the world, the prophet has come, problem for some
The masses, holla for son, hot as the sun
That keep your eyes open dont you get caught sleepin
Your boy get you bouncin like a six four leanin
(Chorus)