This goes out to you
This goes out to you, and you, and you, and you

[Verse One:]

Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns
As I [bad word] so-called willies, thugs, and rapper-dons
Get in that [bad word]  quick fast, like ramadan
Its that rap phenomenon Don-Dadda, [bad word] Poppa
You got ta, call me, Francis M.H. White
in tank-light totes, tote iron
Was told in shootouts, stay low, and keep firin
Keep extra clips for extra [bad word] Who's next to flip, on that cat with that grip on rap
The mo shady, "Tell em!", Frankie baby
Ain't no tellin where I may be
May see me in D.C. at Howard [bad word] with my man Capone, dumbin, [bad word] somethin
You should know my steelo
Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show
to orgies with hoes I never seen befo'
so, Jesus, get off the Notorious [bad word]  before I squeeze and bust
If the beef between us, we can settle it
With the chrome and metal [bad word] I make it hot, like a kettle get
You're delicate, you better get, who sent ya?
You still pedal [bad word]  I got more rides than Great Adventure
Biggie, "How are you gonna do it?"
 [bad word]  repeat 4X]

Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more

[Verse Two:]

On ya mark, get set, when I spark, ya wet
Look how dark it get, when ya marked with death
Should I start your breath should I let you die
In fear you start to cry, ask why
Lyrically, I'm worser, don't front the word sick
You cursed it, but rehearsed it
I drop unexpectedly like bird [bad word] You herbs get, stuck quickly for royalties and show money
Don't forget the publishin, I punish em, I'm done with them
Son, I'm surprised [bad word] with them
I think they got [bad word] in them, cause they, nothin but [bad word] Tryin to blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks
Mad I smoke hydro rock diamonds, that's sick
Got pay off my flow, rhyme with my own click
Take trips to Cairo, layin with yo [bad word] I know you prayin you was rich, [bad word] prick
When I see ya I'ma
 [bad word] 

[Verse Three:]

This goes out for those that choose to use
Disrespectful views on the King of NY [bad word] that, why try, throw bleach in your eye
Now ya Braille in it, stash that light [bad word]  or scalin it
Conscience of ya nonsense in eighty-eight 
Sold more powder than Johnson and Johnson
Tote steel like Bronson, vigilante
You wanna get on son, you need to ask me
Ain't no other king in this rap thing
They siblings, nothing but my chil'ren
One shot, they disappearin
Its ill when, MC's used to be on [bad word] [bad word] Took home, Ready to Die, listened, studied [bad word] Now they on some money [bad word]  successful out the blue
They light weight, fragilly, my nine milly
make the white shake, thats why my money never funny
And you still recoupin, stupid [echoes]