Letras
(feat. Black Child)
[Intro]
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Last Of The Mohicans' man...
Let's go!
Heh...
You'll never take me alive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody...
Somebody very dear...
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever,
'cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' n beta,
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella,
'cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas,
Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners,
you hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain't shit to tell us,
I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me,
unless your desire leads you to touch the dream,
I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans,
hit the button to the left an' you can see how it leans,
this thang is like an' airplane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes
'cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner,
I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all niggas are sprinters,
I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers,
I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish,
give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid,
they runnin' round with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em,
makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest,
load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est,
I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this
muthafucka...
[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know),
y'all clowns can't be serious (uh-huh),
many has tried but y'all can't kill us,
we still livin' this real vivid- we real
niggas... (nigga),
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh),