Flick up your lighters (yeah uh)
Flick up your lighters (yeah yeah yeah come on bottom up yeah)
Flick up your lighters (ay two pac already told you all moron)
Who got beef I'm just here to reinform my sh*t
You know you done did big you done did craig mack
Man you did shyheim (New York New York) you did the kid
That's how we going do it we going this real clever
From the Staten Island connection oh
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
I'm the twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters for your ni**a
With bigger website despite us
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
Twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters my ni**a
I'm street intelligent
Puffing that drink with Lazanet that get an elephant
Get out of line like them little kid coloring
I body your a** then bury your a** then dig you
Back the f**k up and shoot up your skeletons
For talking all that jazz like you Duke Ellington
I melt your sh*t like when Sundew people with no melennin
Shy the twenty first century crisis spitting sh*t
And piss on rappers like they C.O.'s on Riker's
Death arrive the last face you'll ever see is Shy's
And my hand's wrapped around more necks than Armani ties
Came through in the m five tinted and kitted
The color of spinach with Monica and Mya in it
I inspired The Boy Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists be the size of Cheez It's
I've been getting it ever since I could remember
That's why I post a million dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam I got twenty look a likes
Wear twenty different color Nike's
I'm like Ghost I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
I'm the twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters for your ni**a
With bigger website despite us
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
Twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters my ni**a
Yeah flick up your lighters
It's bottom up ni**a
I bust your head open with an forty ounce of old English
Then be thinking to myself I could of should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in deep inside your pudding you don't want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs and every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my a** not on no faggot sh*t
Twenty one guns a year that's what my average is
And I am not going quit until you get my enemies
The what out the whip I'm the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love with too much street drama
To be in somebody's club so I'm cautious
Cause I know sh*t that get funky just like horse sh*t
Like I could be dead or in jail by the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate let a couple years fly by
Everybody forget it's like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen but you all don't hear me though
Let me say the sh*t again like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend that's why I speak less and listen more
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
I'm the twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters for your ni**a
With bigger website despite us
I'm the twenty first century crisis run with two five to lifers
That buck at bikers get booked on Riker's
Twenty first century crisis I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters my ni**a
Flick up your lighters flick up your lighters
I'm the twenty first century crisis and that means
Man I'm bringing it back to New York
Staten Island New York (put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn queens the bronx manhattan uptown (cock that sh*t)
You know taking my early days let's take this sh*t back
New York New York that's where I'm from
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