What You Got

Lyrics

[Intro] Y'all coward niggas make a nigga like me laugh What the fuck yea, yea chargin' y'all niggas Yea, yea behold the only thing greater than yourself [Verse 1] I'll slash your grill, don't start me You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold I'll have every Latin in the country aimin' at your skull I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin' he sellin' the most dope My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, 'till our vocals combine with a Colt They playin' this in every club, whip, party and bar you in Give you more blood clots than two Jamaicans arguin' Sweat 'till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin' Women shakin' they ovaries, look what we accomplishin', what [Chorus] We got better lyrics than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better whips than you got (what you got) We got better cribs than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better lyrics than you got (what you got) [Verse 2] Coming to kill me, I can't hear that Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet Snatch you out of your Roots like I'm from Illadelph What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine won't help My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of Hell At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your guest list My style never a drag like they do black men in Texas Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real threat 'Cause I'ma ride till my daughters like, "Daddy are we there yet" Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before miracles See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm assumin' If we all super heroes, these bitch niggas must be Wonder Women Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat Brat little niggas, that tat on my shoulder cover their whole back Can't hold back, spat on their whole rap, the map my quote shook Shittin' on MC's, wipin' my ass on their notebooks How the broke crooks in videos leave me stressed I'll turn on Channel 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch [Chorus] We got better lyrics than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better whips than you got (what you got) We got better cribs than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better lyrics than you got (what you got) [Verse 3] Least but not last, I'll blast an informant Until he has the cash to put end to his torment, now shine up the brass for his coffin I'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant I've mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious Twenty inch arms stronger than forklifts Smoke hash in front of reporters 'till I choke and they nauseous And smash through the glass of your Porsche's Show you how Newark is as hard as divorces, lay you out dead in the grass on the forest My craft is flawless, have your flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage Blood Splashed across it for rhymin' like a fag in a cordless Murder all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches Drape your family reunion in black funeral mourners Have cats that sell your drugs for you, avoid usual corners I never lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus Breakin' companies, Jersey got women strapped inside their office I got DJ Supporters and women makin' sex offers I got a crib like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters I got rhymes hot like saunas and thousands from Time Warner I got killers on every corner, surrounded by Jewish lawyers What what what.. [Chorus] We got better lyrics than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better whips than you got (what you got) We got better cribs than you got (what you got) We got better bitches than you got (what you got) We run with more killas than you got (what you got) We got better lyrics than you got (what you got)