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Song title: LL Cool J - Rasta Imposter

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Intro:
What you got to do with it? what the fuck you talkin about?
What the fuck you got to do with it? you stupid nigga? you stupid?
Did you see that video, nigga? fuck wrong with you? like you dont,
You dont know what you go to do with it. like your fuckin insane or
Something. (you fuckin wack ass nigga)
(laughing in background)

[verse one]
Yall faggots is weak, yall starstruck niggas think shit is sweet
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce
On when heard your mans wack shit and went to take up his
Jealous faggot man cause Im richer than yall
When I load my desertees, Im picturin yall
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
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if Im ill?
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill?
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I cant do it, the dumb-dumbs will
Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga
I send the wolves to kill that nigga
If you wanna know why, its cause Im still that nigga
Michael jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger
What the fuck? you on a mission to self-destruct
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign
Im so ill, yall niggas is so wack
Your whole crew is such, yall lack the hard impact
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him
Treat him like a philly, wetim and splitim

Chorus
L.l. dont lose niggas, we can do it however you choose nigga
One on one or round up the crews nigga
But can-i-blast you out your shoes nigga
You know the rules nigga!
*repeat*

[verse two]
Queens shit, give me cream so I can grab my dick
Sew that shit, what the fuck yall niggas workin with?
Backwards, ass-jerk, jumpin up out the woodwork
Ridin my meat, tryin to critique my physique
A real nigga wouldnt even mention my lips
Cant believe you went there, no I know you a bitch
Sugar-coated nigga, deep-throated nigga
Young guns take a pull before they quote a nigga
Yeah, I wrote it nigga for all my real live devoted niggas
Im a true and livin lyrically ill poet nigga
So what you talkin bout? that shits supposed to be hot?
Yall niggas on the warpath, yall 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 tints passed the limit
So they dont know a faggots in it!
Im l.l. and I did this to you
Teflon waitin for every nigga runnin with you
Rhymes hit you, lace you up again and split you
Niggas aint official thats why mom dukes miss you
Tell your man bring it on, Im only gettin warm
Never die, never quit, and my moneys long
Punk ass crab nigga, 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 Im the best that ever did it, now get this motheruckin ass
Mics too hot to hold, leave it in the sand
So I can describe the picture with both hands
You must not understand whos in command
I got all the flavor, but yall niggas is mad bland

Chorus

[verse three]
Ill cut your fuckin head off and leave it on your moms dresser
Then pay the pope a hundred thou to go and bless her
You wanna test a lyrical teacher and professor?
I bet yall niggas fall off now that your under pressure
I dont stress ya, yet still I must check ya
Extort niggas for gettin fucked up, stop and inspect ya
Fuck wrong with you nigga? you cant do nothin to me
If I put a slug in you on the low, youd 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
Cant put dirt roll, nigga poppin shit
Underestimantin what queens niggasll do for chips
I originated all this shit
The ice, the champagne, the bitches on the dick
That really dont apply to you crabs in a barrel
Mics 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 youll never see, Ill rule forever, g
Ill be goin platinum when you just a memory
Im the double l, capital c, double o
With the seven upside down jakes slayin the clown

What the fuck wrong wit yall niggas? you out your mind nigga?
You better try to go beg lauryn to come back or something
Fuck wrong with you?

Chorus