For y 'all's sake y better
get y 'all story straight
No way you goin' back tellin'
The fuck you gon' tell him
The contract got all kinds
Let me see, what the hell
Yeah, you're runnin' late,
can't mess with my destiny
Your sad date of expiration
Your lead weight's too light,
you still gotta face the rest
Face it, you can't fake it
My back black, you can't break it
This plot, you can't stake it
My just deserts, son, you won't bake it
Grill it, fry it, chill it, kill it, watch, try it
Complaining bout to riot,
No matter how far back my back's bending
Get your henchmen, schedule a lynching
You can set a date, time,
Pass out some flyers, make it a convention
Promise some full -time benefits and pension
I peep the plans and stick the
You see my fans standing there at attention
On this rocky road, that's the suspension
They got my back like neighborhood
The hound's thirst for blood,
I never leave her or mistreat her either
I just feed her and help her grow
Bring her to the show just
Yo, she's not a ho, she's a dealer
I make music but sell records,
you copped cause you feel her
And she won't change for nobody,
my slim goody rockin' baggy jeans, show toes and a hoodie
But she still got the grace plus the junk in her trunk to
give every hip -hop head the stippest hoodie
That's why I blast these jams loud as I can,
to give y 'all a chance to feel me or grill me
J -Live, the triple threat always has been,
Once again gotta say peace to the gods
Everybody that had it way back in the day
But we just getting started