Yo, everybody talkin' gats, really don't pack em
98% of these rapper's is all actor's
Stay frontin', like you wild and'll spray somethi'n
Come to find out, you ain't never slanged nothin'
Think it's the game, gon' lose the sport
I seen dude's get bruised through fort
Then choose the court, a new's report
They just pursed the court
If you even think of bustin', they ass'll sooth your thoughts
A damn shame, I'm from the streets where it's fair game
Nigga's will lift you off your feet wit the Can-yan
Three in the chest and one in the palm
For disrespect you, get left right in front of ya moms
Joe is the Don, you clean, then show me your arm's
For these track's, I'ma fiend like a soldier in 'Nam
Only the Bronx will blow your ass outta ya Lugz
Fuck love, here we believe in nothin' but slugs

Always you see him in the club frontin' wit the ice grill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a money, cause he never hold steel
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds ever indict him's, we know he gon' squeal
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real

Yo, I squeeze of gats and spit facts when I breath on tracks
Got that hot shit, that make you ease on back
I'll make you leave the game like Ma$e, and get ya name erased
Walk threw from place to place, and change the chase
I'm givin' him terror, for the new millennium era
Automatic Semi's wit the fully clip and the leather
Poppin champagne like we celebrating whatever
Switch to the chin, shoot top, hair and a feather
Versatile, walking threw the aisle, hurtin' the crowd
Even got the god in the cloud, observing this style
He love the way I do this, leavin' nigga's clueless
It's Prospect, it's off wit ya head, you should've knew this
My twin lugers, cock and squeeze, we stoppin' G's
You better follow up, these nigga's can't rock wit these
Straight up, I speak life threw the mic though
Sprayin' the town, and layin' it down like whoa

Always see him in the club, frontin' wit the ice grill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
He's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gon' sqeaul
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real

Remy Martin
Just in case they ask yo who said that (me)
All these bitches in this industry is dead wack (trash)
And I'm dead nice (cash)
And I show real
And ya hoes is just gassed like Mobil
And rap to wack is something I don't feel
And I don't lie (nope)
I just smoke lies
You broke and everybody know you choke cha (pussy bitch)
You ain't never live la vida loca
I make shit bubble
Check fizz like soda
Remy's that bitch
And you know that
Joe's the garden (BX)
Terror's the squad (TS)
And he reps the Bronx
And it's all about us, fuck ya'll (nigga)
I rap but I'm no a rapper
Bitch, I'm quick to slap a bitch
Another spaz on your ass
Remy be attacking shit
Poppin shit
But I'm back in it
Back in the act we got the mac in it
You're fraudulent
And all my shit's immaculate

Always see him in the club, frontin' wit the ice grill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
He's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gon' sqeaul
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real
Always see him in the club, frontin' wit the ice grill
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Actin like he got a honey, cause he never hold steel
Be like, he's alright, but he's not real
Always see him wit bodyguards around like he kill
He's alright, but he's not real
So if the feds ever indict him, you know he gon' sqeaul
Be like, she's alright, but she's not real

Copyright: JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Joseph Cartagena, Remy Kioni Smith, Richard A Frierson, Richard Raymond Perez