LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeBest Rapper Alive
[Verse 1]Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomachYumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothingIf you sell a million records we can battle for ya' moneyI rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sundayWatch a football game and bet it all on one playStill stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossinLatest car on the market wit the top peeled off itBig wheels make it look a lil bulkyYou look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffeeChill out the girls is still outEven though I am a boss and got papers to fill outI'm busy I got paper to reel inGod I hope they steppin' at the end of my rodAnd I hope I'm fishing in the right pondAnd I hope you catchin' on to every lineWho am I?[Hook]The Best Rapper Alive [4x]Swagger right (check) game tightAnd they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x]Swagger right (check) game tightAnd you should be afraid be very afraid[Verse 2]The heart of New OrleansThumpin' and beatin'Livin' and breathin'Stealin' and feedinPeelin' and leavin'Killin' and grievin'Dearly departed erased deletedNo prints no plates no face no traceOut of sight out of mindNo court no caseSell his chain celebrate block party second lineZulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi grasShorty bounce body rockNow he drop now he gotFamily cry tell the feds tell the copsSmell the rat comin' back to the houseTo the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kidsBoogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!Damn Sammie you dun' fucked upPussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts upJust call me[Hook][Verse 3]Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to meFuck Em!Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hardFuck who? Fuck 'em all(yeah) like dat jus like datI'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off trackThe quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+The young heart attack I spit dat cardiacYou can't see me baby boy you got dat catoraxI'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley catSince everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace atMe I got calus on my hand I can handle datIts no problem baby I so got 'emIts just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin'And I ain't even out of breathethe motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursingWho?[Hook]
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