What you got to do with it? What the f**k you talkin about?
What the f**k you got to do with it? You stupid n***a? You stupid?
Did you see that video, n***a? F**k wrong with you? Like you don't,
You don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or
Something. (You fuckin wack a** nigga)
(laughing in background)
[Verse One]
Y'all faggots is weak, y'all starstruck n****s think s**t is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your man's wack s**t and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore
And stood on every corner like a liquor store
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips
B***h, ya n****s wanna see if I'm ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs
Tell that n***a to tell his man to tell that n***a
I send the wolves to kill that n***a
If you wanna know why, it's cause I'm still that n***a
Michael Jordan of all this rap s**t, pullin the trigger
What the f**k? You on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin n***a, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
I'm so ill, y'all n****s is so wack
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young n****s that wanna get him
Treat him like a Philly, wet'I'm and split'I'm
L. L. Don't lose n****s, we can do it however you choose n***a
One on one or round up the crews n***a
But Can-I-Blast you out your shoes n***a
You know the rules n***a!
[Verse Two]
Queens s**t, give me cream so I can grab my d**k
Sew that s**t, what the f**k y'all n****s workin with?
Backwards, a**-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real n***a wouldn't even mention my lips
Can't believe you went there, no I know you a b***h
Sugar-coated n***a, deep-throated n***a
Young guns take a pull before they quote a n***a
Yeah, I wrote it n***a for all my real live devoted n****s
I'm a true and livin lyrically I'll poet n***a
So what you talkin bout? That s***s supposed to be hot?
Y'all n****s on the warpath, y'all takin over my block?
I think not, matter of fact your not aloud to rap no more
And if you hear this in the club sneak out the backdoor
And if you bumpin in your ride make sure your windows is up
And your tint's passed the limit
So they don't know a faggot's in it!
I'm L. L. And I did this to you
Teflon waitin for every n***a runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you
N****s ain't official that's why Mom Dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, I'm only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my money's long
Punk a** crab n***a, talkin bout his lips
Constantly involvin my name with that bullshit!
Why I diss you? You stepped up in the ring
Ice jinglin in the video like you the next Don King
And tell your man I know he got some lyrics in the stash
But I'm the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin a**
Mic's too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand who's in command
I got all the flavor, but y'all n****s is mad bland
[Verse Three]
I'll cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your mom's dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet y'all n****s fall off now that your under pressure
I don't stress ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort n****s for gettin f****d up, stop and inspect ya
F**k wrong with you n***a? You can't do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, you'd probably try to sue me
Your girl blew me, I said "Now!" She said "Do me"
Bust a nut in her face on tape to let the crew see
Can't put dirt roll, n***a poppin s**t
Underestimantin what Queens niggas'll do for chips
I originated all this s**t
The ice, the champagne, the b*****s on the d**k
That really don't apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mic's my staff sendin you a message like Pharaoh
Leave it alone or get swallowed in the sea
The King of Hiphop is something you could never be
My crown you'll never see, I'll rule forever, G
I'll be goin platinum when you just a memory
I'm the double L, capital C, double O
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown
What the f**k wrong wit y'all n****s? You out your mind n***a?
You better try to go beg Lauryn to come back or something
F**k wrong with you?
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Rasta Imposter Lyrics

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