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[Verse 1]


Bring the crowd and I'm loud _In Living Colour_


It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach


Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing


If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money


I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday


Watch a football game and bet it all on one play


Still stuntin' baby yes I'm still flossin


Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it


Big wheels make it look a lil bulky


You look a lil salty have ya' self a chill coffee


Chill out the girls is still out


Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out


I'm busy I got paper to reel in


God I hope they steppin' at the end of my rod


And I hope I'm fishing in the right pond


And I hope you catchin' on to every line


Who am I?





[Hook]


The Best Rapper Alive (4x)


Swagger right (check) game tight


And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me


(who) The Best Rapper Alive (4x)


Swagger right (check) game tight


And you should be afraid be very afraid





[Verse 2]


The heart of New Orleans


Thumpin' and beatin'


Livin' and breathin'


Stealin' and feedin


Peelin' and leavin'


Killin' and grievin'


Dearly departed erased deleted


No prints no plates no face no trace


Out of sight out of mind


No court no case


Sell his chain celebrate block party second line


Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras


Shorty bounce body rock


Now he drop now he got


Family cry tell the feds tell the cops


Smell the rat comin' back to the house


To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat


(Pow!)trigga man hoodie man tell the kids


Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam!


Damn Sammie you dun' fucked up


Pussy ass niggaz put ya' nuts up


Just call me





[Hook]





[Verse 3]


Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs


(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me


Fuck Em!


Fuck 'em good fuck long fuck 'em hard


Fuck who? Fuck 'em all


(yeah)like dat jus like dat


I'm on dat money train and the mac'll knock 'em off track


The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+


The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac


You can't see me baby boy you got dat catorax


I'm right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat


Since everyone's a king where the fuckin' palace at


Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat


Its no problem baby I so got 'em


Its just a victory lap baby I'm jus joggin'


And I ain't even out of breathe


the motherfuckin' best yet sorry for cursing


Who?





[Hook]