Critics lyrics
[Hook]Y'all critics got a lot of nerveCrab disease got the game m***ledA new king has emergedI'm him to the third[Verse 1]Look since a young boy choking MC's with mic chordsWhen the night hits ball courts turn into dice boardsGot illegal two-ways instead of cell phonesSixer fans switch to Clipper fans whenever L's homeGrew up in a foul hood, most of my childhood A 9 to 5 couldn't get you the dough that vowels couldYou know the streets brain washed me, play the game harshlyDrug dealers slang where the narks beMake a sound to the cops and get found in the lotEverybody come in town when you're hotNobody comes around when you're notAlways keep the round in the crouchWhenever me and family decide to lounge on the blockQuick to pull it out if a clown get us hotSeeing bullets fire from chrome, the sight of my domeStanding on the block with dice and wireless phonesY'all know the name, Ali Vegas and got divine right to the throne[Hook][Verse 2]AyoNiggas know I spit dangerouslyThat's why wherever I go they all call me Dangerous LeeI don't care if we chill together you ain't hanging with meThis is for all my thugs thugging, keep banging your threeAll my hustlers keep clubbing slanging yo ESix brought my first bar, eight got brains in the VYou young cats ain't got morals no moreQuick to go to war with the four Get knocked and tell it all to the lawWhatever happened to hustling, running out product and putting in an order for moreThis how I'ma read them the new ruleI'm like Busta 9-2Cause now I'm the leader of new schoolThey say I'm too young to rhyme about c**eI got a father that sniffed itA brother that pitched itA cousin that flipped itAnd that's for all y'all critics that wanna know why the rhyming's so dope[Hook][Verse 3]LookI'm the young Prince of NYYoung, fly, sensible guyAll white T and air Ni-kesWhen the temperature's hot Old A's the only way I'm getting sent to the skyY'all permitted to tryBut it's only one thing, if you miss it then you dieAnd it ain't no judge and jury, the commence'll get firedJust my team in a tinted rented NYY'all heard Jada, it's a message in a bullet, Good-byeShould have been spitting shells instead of palming your cellyIt ain't no more shells, Beyonce's, and Kelly'sWhen lead hit yo leg, head, arm, and your bellyI know y'all say d*** I'm so calm, but I'm deadlyPull up to the prom or the tellyHopped out the SerbiansLooking suburban, chicks swarming the ChevyAssociates is the staff of The DonVegas is back, but this time I ran and mastered my charm[Hook]
[Hook]Y'all critics got a lot of nerveCrab disease got the game m***ledA new king has emergedI'm him to the third[Verse 1]Look since a young boy choking MC's with mic chordsWhen the night hits ball courts turn into dice boardsGot illegal two-ways instead of cell phonesSixer fans switch to Clipper fans whenever L's homeGrew up in a foul hood, most of my childhood A 9 to 5 couldn't get you the dough that vowels couldYou know the streets brain washed me, play the game harshlyDrug dealers slang where the narks beMake a sound to the cops and get found in the lotEverybody come in town when you're hotNobody comes around when you're notAlways keep the round in the crouchWhenever me and family decide to lounge on the blockQuick to pull it out if a clown get us hotSeeing bullets fire from chrome, the sight of my domeStanding on the block with dice and wireless phonesY'all know the name, Ali Vegas and got divine right to the throne[Hook][Verse 2]AyoNiggas know I spit dangerouslyThat's why wherever I go they all call me Dangerous LeeI don't care if we chill together you ain't hanging with meThis is for all my thugs thugging, keep banging your threeAll my hustlers keep clubbing slanging yo ESix brought my first bar, eight got brains in the VYou young cats ain't got morals no moreQuick to go to war with the four Get knocked and tell it all to the lawWhatever happened to hustling, running out product and putting in an order for moreThis how I'ma read them the new ruleI'm like Busta 9-2Cause now I'm the leader of new schoolThey say I'm too young to rhyme about c**eI got a father that sniffed itA brother that pitched itA cousin that flipped itAnd that's for all y'all critics that wanna know why the rhyming's so dope[Hook][Verse 3]LookI'm the young Prince of NYYoung, fly, sensible guyAll white T and air Ni-kesWhen the temperature's hot Old A's the only way I'm getting sent to the skyY'all permitted to tryBut it's only one thing, if you miss it then you dieAnd it ain't no judge and jury, the commence'll get firedJust my team in a tinted rented NYY'all heard Jada, it's a message in a bullet, Good-byeShould have been spitting shells instead of palming your cellyIt ain't no more shells, Beyonce's, and Kelly'sWhen lead hit yo leg, head, arm, and your bellyI know y'all say d*** I'm so calm, but I'm deadlyPull up to the prom or the tellyHopped out the SerbiansLooking suburban, chicks swarming the ChevyAssociates is the staff of The DonVegas is back, but this time I ran and mastered my charm[Hook]