[Verse 1: J-Live] So anyway where was I Somewhere in between being tipsy and buzz-eye Realize the scene was a little obscene Shorty I was seen walking
Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what
damn what you think Make a bet and I'll stop yo' bank, baby You dress jiggy, body bomdigi Then it's a possibility that you and I can get busy What chu
rhymes Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes but ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues I live
I went and grabbed the AK n' called my nigga CJ {[music stops, dial tone] inside ( )= CJ Mac} (What's crackin'?) Look it's on wit deez niggas (what
a reason for the constant hate And tryin' to figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propaine' "He couldn't have fell off that hard" Ain't no way "What happened
mama when she had you and he ain't shit now here you go doing the same shit.. you ain't shit nigga!" [hook: j. cole] [verse 3: j cole] they say everything happens
her name tattooed I gotta hand it to her She had the stuff planned out But watch what happened when her luck ran out Chorus (x2): What goes around comes around What
argue over cash Advance to that physical shit See what happens if you keep talking See what happens if you lay a finger on me motherfucker Yo, see what
the Jeep, and you know what we fixin to score a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of
and kiss Video music rocks showed my what time it is Wrote my first rhymes as Corey but J-Live was sparked Making pause mix demos with my main man mark
Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford Stuyvesant the livest one Peep game uhh what what
ah back it up) One-two, and pump it up [LL Cool J] They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas I know what
the bathroom My wicked shit praise that I heard through the days Somehow now relays my new murderous ways Violent J's not around but Moon Glorious is there Scared of fucking death, and what's happening
untold, now unfold Thinking back, what you do Buy a richie home or two Even though some down and out You keep what you could live without You're the
stadium in fashion only fuckin' Juggalos could ever demand I got ninjas in my backyard wearing Anybody Killa paint, I'm thinkin', "What the fuck is going on?" Then
anyway I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag [Violent J] I wish somebody knew me 'cause then
just visionaried that shit So deep in your gut I hit your spine and cracked it What the fuck is stopping me from making that really happen? It did happen
