[J-Zone] Zone world known player hater cause I spoke the truth Pimp fallacies; you don't even use a vocal booth I player hate with pride, that's my job, I do overtime (I work) Put it on a t-shirt, opened up a clothing line You wanna be old school and clench dick beaters We can rock, to them James Brown beats or wear Adidas ("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One) That's why I didn't do a twelve inch, so stop askin' I threaten cute girls, the (??) is a good one Tell 'em I'm a megastar, but only made one joint "Music for Your Mother," I was first seen Now I keep attention like LL's book; chapter 13 The borough that you brag about, nigga you don't own it (nah) The dime piece in the video, you ain't bone it (NOPE) But when I shoot a video my hoes'll look busted (ill) Least I can brag on the low how I touched it You birds make me sick pigeon (BEOTCH) I can't shoot ya so I play "Duck Hunt," to avoid goin to prison I can't breakdance and do graffiti so I'm assed out So I autograph and cha cha until I pass out
"Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (cha cha cha) Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (hahahahaha..)"
Yeah, Zone Mission Part Eight As for parts two through seven go look for 'em.. Right now you wonderin where the chorus is but I don't do that shit So keep your ears peeled cause niggaz still frontin KnowhatI'msayin? And who has somethin to say about it?
"Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin shut the fuck up, hear?"
God put me on this planet for a purpose: to make hip-hop and disrespect it at the same time Diss cats with lame rhymes? Nah I diss the greatest Cause legends rob banks and smoke crack during hiatus Now you pawned a gold chain, you got sued why? You known for jackin that's all you do Diss Trojan ends for takin away the feelin Diss them herb cats that danced to raise the ceiling Kids drivin Lexuses with no 401K plans Kids up in my grill freestylin with the hot breath Graduated from Yale sayin rappers totally got left My penalty is life I slay the chumps so we got death Avirex foes lookin like they used batteries Bohemian, babblin, new world fallacy Fuck Y-2-K, it's a year like any other (Still) hoes blowin cock (Still) brothers killin brothers (Still) pigs eatin donuts (Still) chickens at the mall Plug it, cool kids beatin it while pretty boys and thugs fuckin New year's 2000? Shit I ain't goin nowhere (hell no) Be in my crib laughin at the idiots in Times Square Watch the ball drop, knowin that it's brick freezin Maybe for a change I'll get a broad for a reason But if my luck is bad and that chick ain't freakin it's a new year not a blue year so fuck it I'll be beatin it They be makin beats, preparin for nuttin Zone Mission Part Eight, niggaz still frontin!
Basically People still frontin, but it's all good Many are loungin yo Be comin up to me sayin man you be havin no choruses in your shit, knahmsayin? Yo I got no response for that
"If you don't like it then chew my wood I couldn't care less.. " "Fuck, fuck you!"