[Hook]
That New York bull%#@!, we on it
That Brooklyn bull%#@!, we won it

That sour and bull%#@! we on it
We on it, yeah, yeah, who want it
That Harlem bull%#@!, we on it

That kill you bull%#@!, we on it
That bx bull%#@!, we on it
We on it, yeah, yeah, who want it


Ain't the be the best can't I compete
Ain't another rapper in the ring rival me

Flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Talk like a gentleman, swing like a g
Life's a (*##$, I'm a Casanova

I make that #~!!@ fret like I practice yoga
Give me a shot of jack and a glass of sod
We the come up purple bags fat as oprah

We bunted blunts big as tree trunks
Earn enough paper turn a forest into tree stumps
Only car in my lane no speed bumps

Married to the game, no pre nup
Living on the lamb, still a wanted man
You can see but can't touch, I'm a hologram

Dark saw potential in me from the sonogram
Killing everybody this summer, I'm the son of sam


That up town bull%#@!, we on it
That down town bull%#@!, we on it
That east coast bull%#@!, we on it

We on it, yeah, yeah, who want it
That Midwest bull%#@!, we on it
That west coast bull%#@!, we on it

That down south bull%#@!, we on it
We on it, yeah, yeah, who want it


Move, slick as slick, so smooth
Discrete and swift beef, I got food
My dogs eat with me, they all loyal

Hard boil, s!@$&p gargoyles
Room for god soil
Ratchet with the presence of a gifted youth

Hit the booth then spit like I bit forbidden fruit
Whether I give them heaven or hell, I give them truth
God works in mysterious ways, I'm living proof

Been quiet since before I had a wisdom truth
Learned how to mix a medicine with the chicken soup
Throw some brand new wheels on a vintage coup

Whippin like a hurricane victim with a missing roof
Don't say the top down, say it's open minded
Know what I need but I don't know where to go to find it

Power bites the hand that feeds till I throw the pinus
It's all part of god's plan, but I go decided
The author of my own destiny, writer of the recipe

Fighter and a referee
? a pint of hennesey, rivalry with enemies
Caught up in the irony, this life will be the death of me

Who want it?