G.o.a.t. (edited)

Pimp shit, uh
Uh, pimp shit
Yeah, turn my shit up a little bit
My vocals, uh, uh
I hypnotize ya eyez and then you recognize
That the sparkles of my chrome shoes paralyze
Gettin' money like this, people want my vibe
Full of jealousy and pride, hate the way i ride
Sometimes ya speak, sometimes ya don't
Figure this nigga souped up, cause he couped up
Guaranteed to rip shit, soon as its louped up
Ya niggas slept, 20 girls panties wasn't wet
I'm a star, double the dick, the double r
Never score hard to leave the bubble scarred
Not the car, it's the man, daddy cool put it down
No comparin' me to ya'll, nigga is such a clowns
L.a. worth paper, ask russell simmons who put 'em up in that skyscraper
Ask my dogs up at fubu, who made them major
Ll nigga, now who's next that need a favor
Drop a bomb on 'em
Remain calm on 'em
Peirce the nipples, throw the ll charm on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

59th street bridge up a roadway, do about a buck
Pumpin mobb up in the cadillac truck, don't give a fuck
Gold tint, goldiggen broads getting bent
We can fuck, but you ain't getting 10 cent, who want it?
Lay the facts out until the cats out
Set 'cha back out, sweat 'cha tracks out, blow out your weed
You wake up in the mornin to a note, "nigga had to leave."
Be easy, you shoulda teased me, instead of bein sleazy
I wouldn't do a threezy, come across more floss than gold teeth
I learned you cant eat, if ya hold beef, with niggas underneath
Still i'm a lyrically hold it down
L back in town, 'case the bell sound for second round
Some of these old ctas is funny, fuck who's legendary
I'm tryin to get this money
Drop a bomb on 'em, and pour a dom on 'em
As soon as the track come on, i transform on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
Strobe lights flashin cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

Rappers don't reall want it, they might claim they do
They know i'm catchin bodies, go 'head name a few
After i blaze you, i get a doughnut
Don't want no blood up on my chrome shoes
Lord have mercy, this rookies got it confused
You thought you caught me slippin, i was falsely accused
Sleepin with my eyez wide shut, like tom cruise
They wishin an impossible mission to see me lose
Lay up time to choose, all i hate is on the left
You hopin and prayin you get to hear me take my last breath
Lyrically, but i gang bang the track, chop sling like cracker
Hundred keys a month, you fuckin up g backs nigga
Invincible, unstoppable ya'll niggas ain't ill your illogicale
This is l, the pigeon thriller, dream fulfiller
A little somethin for ya ice guerillas
Drop a bomb on 'em
When its time to attack quiet storm on 'em
Hold ya nuts and keep ya palms on 'em
Keep gangsta shit pumpin through my system
When my strobe lights flash you cant miss' em
Listen

Call my name, ooh
Call my name, uhh
Call my name, aw yeah
Call my name

[ll cool j]
Ayo this is the infinite, intelligent, extravagant and eloquent
That shit y'all talkin is irrelevant
I put it down from the gutter to the tenement
It's ll cool j nigga, everything i do is excellent
And i got to represent, q-boro, the thorough
Y'knawmean? we get down, we get down baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E pluribus unum is the album i'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Givin head to the glock, pretend it's hard cock
Splashin niggas i came slow through the block
I'm, the original, visual, individual
Ten times platinum your career's lookin critical
Reach for this, motherfuck being a criminal
Look in your bitch eyes, the vibe is subliminal
You wanna freestyle fuck that
I need at least seven figures to even touch that
But since everybody was underestimatin' my format
I dropped ill bomb and now niggas want more of that
Aint a rapper dead or alive fuckin wit me
Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me
Talk about paper, i can talk about broads
I can talk about movies, i can talk about awards
Fuck the fantasies, yo i got all four
And 2001'll be mine, by law
Why name the greatest of all times?
Because for fifteen years i kept y'all standin in line
Lovin the way i shine and my lyrics combine
With the ruggedest, illest beats that def jam can find
Fuck them other niggas with their 9 or 10 hits
My hits run deep as the emotions of your bitch
Back in the days it was the m fast stick
But now the bentley is all get more whores on the dick
This ones for clue and my riker's island niggas
That remember when i came through
The big o b c c h d m 2 c 74
Little nasi and the crew, y'all niggas come home

Word up, the new album gon' be the shit baby
Aint no doubt about it, e pluribus unum
Out of many one, the g.o.a.t., greatest of all time...

[ll cool j talking]
Yo, yea, aight after this particular practice run
I'ma practice both verses, after this, i want you to find a spot
That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point, locate point
You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack
Yo, yea, check it
Ok, alright, huh ok

[verse 1]
The other night i was up at farmers, politican wit some bloods
They told me "yo l, in the streets you aint gettin no love
And ever since the x's and the jiggas came out
My niggas aint tryin to the hear that smooth shit you talk about
What's up wit that cat canibus, some played you out
Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?"
As i sip on some henny, and try to explain some things
About the life of a legend, and all the drama it brings
Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I decided i don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine
Streets is hip-hop and i'm hip-hop, so the streets is mine
Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time
Hard to stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back
You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap

[chorus-2x][ja rule]
It feels so good to be back where i belong
The streets is where i belong
They had me locked down much too long
Hey hey

[verse 2]
Some say "l that's cool, but see times have changed"
Niggas got red bandanas, and the grill in the range
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains
Trade o.e. for henny, colt 45 for champagne
Hustling niggas found they way into the game
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, cuz running from def aint safe
I know you living good, but aint no smile up on our face
I'm like a villain, i'm representing on my lyrics
And force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it
As far as canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece
While 20 gang-bangers applaud, you came up with that bullshit
Some heads sucked it up, then you dropped that garbage album
And totally fucked it up, i coulda told ya i knew your moms
From the after-hours spot, when i used to be up in canada
With the dreads on a black block, before you dick rode lost boyz
For a ticket our to jersey, but being the man i am
I tried to show ya mercy, i coulda told the world
The way ya label hates your guts
And how me and wyclef, got together to set you up
And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up
Ya a&r promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career
A one-hit wonder, huh
No wonder you disappeared, i coulda told the world
You get your lyrics from the internet
Then spit 'em word for word
Like you really a rap vet, how you take metaphors from books
And put 'em in your rhyme, and how you really from canada
And you been frontin' all this time
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too
Ll cool j and i did this to you
On that note he said
"yo l, you the man", i said peace, one love
And drove off in the lex land

[chorus- 2x]

[ll cool j talking]
Yea nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha
You know what i'm sayin?, all that bullshit you was talking
Dont mean shit, you finish now
I'm still the man nigga
The vanguard award is in my motherfuckin living room
You know what i mean? come get that shit, fuck, what
Mic still on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, i'ma get another one nigga
You know what i'm sayin, this ll you know how i get down
You should of known, when you did it
He probably did it to get some fame
But is this really what you want? hahahahahahahha

This for my man yo... word up

[radio transmission]
"i got a 187 on the corner of farmers boulevard in linden."
"uh, drug related?"
"the usual."

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say


[verse 1]
He kicked the old lady's door in, threw her on the floor
Choked her to death so she don't scream no more
He need some white chocolate, he feel it in his bones
He heard she refinanced and got a bank loan
He used to mow the lawn, take the garbage out
Now she in the closet wit a sock in her mouth
Copped a chain, copped some crills
Crack pipe in his windpipe, twistin like a drill
Run around frontin, buyin his mens kicks
Gassed a broad up so she can help her rent a whip
The other killer peeped him out flashin a knot
A well known murderer, check the ill plot
Call up corey buns, get him on the block
Niggas gotta eat, plus he front alot
He came through, straight strip search
He said i'm comin back, and i'ma put in work
Niggas told him, ayo leave that shit alone
But pride mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than depends
Eyes bloodshot through a cardier lens
Niggas said buns came through lookin strange
Yeah, buns won't stay in his lane
Aight, buns want ghetto fame
And caught two in the ukraine at point blank range

It's a, homicide, just a homicide [8x]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When the shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

[verse 2]
Jamaician cat, real treacherous
Used to smuggle burners up from texas
Had the ill crib out in rosedale
Took the money from the trunk and copped a fishscale
Chinese jamacian, real pretty nigga
Love puffin blunts, throwin bodies in the river
One of the illest niggas that the world ever saw
Used to take loaded nines and throw 'em on the floor
He was from brooklyn, and i don't know the block
I met him at the flicks he commented on my rocks
We rolled back to back, while i was slingin raps
He was slingin crack, i was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Runnin with dangerous niggas and packin gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, lookin so clean, and livin so filthy
I heard his right hand man disappeared
They found his bike in the street somewhere
Conspiracy theories, niggas talkin shit
Small world, i was close to his right hand man's chick
She kept beepin him he never called back
When they found him in the trunk his body was jet black
Pretty jamacian kept doin his thing
Him and his older brother got caught up in a sting
Out on bail, pressure by the feds, he caught seven in the head
What goes around, comes back around
Nigga rest in peace when they lay ya down

[radio transmission]
"uh, central, your assistance is requested we have a major crisis here
Mrs. winthrop's cat is stuck in a tree."
"roger, a squad car is on the way."

It's a, homicide, just a homicide[4x]

I don't mean this in a disrespectful way
But columbine happens in the ghetto every day
When this shit goes down y'all aint got nothing to say

[radio transmission]
"central, the cat has been rescued."

[verse 3]
In the ghetto black men are dying at alarming rates
Walkin the street is like entering a sweepstakes
You never know if you gon win or lose
We walk around feelin confused and totally abused
Can't front, i'ma millionaire livin like a king
Still feenin for that shrimp, fried rice and chicken wings
Still feenin for the vibe, only the ghetto bring
Pumpin songs of pain only real niggas sing
Queens finest, but there's one minus
The bodies on the battlefield that got left behind us
I'm sick and tired of going to wakes
Cuz niggas never look the same in the casket
It's bugged out, they skin look like plastic
I shed tears, but use shades to mask it
"mr. media", where was you at when my man died
When it was classified a drug related homicide
It's like until the killer hit the suburbs
I aint hear nothing, not a word
"mr. media", help us shed light on these homicides
Not just columbine, but all the time

It's a, homicide, just a homicide[8x]