N. Warwar

So you got so many diamonds
You wear all the finest clothes
And your grill is shining
As you're driving down the street of gold
BUT YOU CANT BLAME ME IF I SET DIS STAGE ON FIRE

(Verse 1:)
Mama always told me I was crazy
My hoes say I'm amazin but I don't listen 2 a lady
But the bitch say I'm hot and I say no bitch I'm blazin
Like wat the fuck u expect I'm a muthafuckin cajun
And I feel caged in my mind it's like my flow is doin time
I go crazy inside but when it comes out it's fine like wine
Wait
Watch
See I get betta with time like a watch
Osh kosh b'gosh posh spice husband
Couldn't kick it like I kick it bitch I kicks it
No cereal like a land and I sticks it
Wherever she asks me after she licks it
That's too explicit but y u listenin
*SNIFFS* I smell smoke and somethin sizzlin
That's her pussy so hey pussy play with pussy or play pussy

(Chorus:)
BUT YOU CANT BLAME ME IF I SET DIS STAGE ON FIRE

(Verse 2:)
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
But where I'm from you're nobody til you kill somebody
And you kno what they say
When you're great it's not murder it's assinate
So assinate me bitch
Cause I'm doin the same shit martin luther king did
Checkin in the same hotel in the same suite bitch same balcony
Like assinate me bitch
(? )
I don't rap I film movies with my rap
You can call me Mr. Director Chair
Yea and that's a wrap
Cut
On 2 the next
Not to the next scene bitch the next check
Some say the X makes the sex pects
So play with the pussy or play pussy

(Hook:)
So you got so many diamonds(hey pussy lay pussy)
You wear all the finest clothes(go or die say pussy and I say)
And your grill is shining(lay pussy lay pussy lay pussy)
As you're driving down the street of gold(Hey Pussy)
BUT YOU CANT BLAME ME IF I SET DIS STAGE ON FIRE(Hey Pussy Don't Play Pussy)
GET EM!

(Verse 3:)
Straight off the corner Apple and Eagle
Braveheart bitch like the times are medieval
Married to the game, Divorce the Cathedral
Standin on the corner selling Porcelain to People
Forced into evil, It's all in your head
It's also cerebral, call me Canival
You follow when I lead you
Straight to the needles
The bottles, the battles, the beetles will eat you
Mama named Cita, I love You Cita
Member when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya
Remember when I went into the kitchen got the cleaver
He ain't give a fuck I ain't give a fuck neither
He could see the devil, see the devil in my features
You could smell the ether
You can see Cita
You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
And she don't play neither

(i hate gossip......'n i dont walk around lookin' for it ya know? but, yesterday it seemed to just wonder around til it found me ya know like....gossip found me...'n why dont you try provin' it...how? you dont know how to prove it?...well what you just do is.............

stop, hatin' on a nigga
that is a weak emotion, da lady of a nigga
'n you can get tipped like ya waitin' on a nigga
put a body bag and a apron on a nigga
...i give my all behind da mic
but you could never see if you sit behind da light
you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
but ima wear that championship belt so tight
...and if im wrong, there is no right
and if im wrong, there is snow white
...im tryna be po-lite
but you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice
my flow is rare, des other rappers nice
des other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
but im much more bright, i give da game sight
so before you dim da light you just might might wanna.....

(think it overrrrrr) (think it over) (woooooooohooooo) (think it overrrrr) (think it over)

stop, analysin' critizisin'
you should realize what i am and start epitomizin'
confident...got da heart of da biggest lion
confident...like fuck 'em all pull out my dick 'n ride it
my flow's sick so sick its like my shit is dyin'
it rains alot in my city cuz my city's cryin', cuz my city's dyin'
but i emerge from all of dat i am a livin' pion--
neer, zion...fear god not them
steer my robin coupe thru da streets of da boot (*louisiana is shaped like a boot) 'n *suuwuu* 'n
den i leave a tub in da booth, i leave a blood bath
sorry der's a tub in da booth, now where da drugs at?
.....like da strings on da shoe, no nigga fuck dat
im twisted like da strings on da boot, where new orleans at?
i feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
...so in your possession, i must ask...

(hey,.....haven't i been good to youuuuuu?) (think it over) (tell me) (haven't i been sweeeeeeet to youuuuuuuuu?)

drag my name through da mud, i come out clean
cast away stone, i wont even blink
a gun is not a math problem, i wont even think....
just leave you dead like da mink under my sink
dont believe in me...dont believe me
i graduated from hungry 'n made it to greedy
my flow is like pasta, take it 'n eat it
but ima need cheese if im bakin' tha ziti
you niggas want beef, i want a steak 'n da weed be
lost in amsterdam or jamaica where we be
....hard body nigga, takin' it easy
all about my paper 'bout my paper like e.z.
why do rappers why do rappers
lie to fans, lie to rappers
'lotta rappers lie like actors
cut da mudafuckin' cameras
cut da check, fuck ya props
i-am hip-hop

and i aint dead im alive