Yo, look clown, I come through, put it down
Keep thinkin' that you hard, take a look around
I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain
And when it go down, my hoes do the same thing
We all in the same gang, we all willin' to bang
Ain't nobody going against the grain
So take aim, B.R.'s evasive
Cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real
You rather bet your life than face me
I mean, I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee
Black the fiendish, uh, the title I hold, I won't relinquish
And this type shit you should distinguish
And one phone call and I'll extinguish
I mean this, you seen this
Blue steel, four-four the caliber
Excalibur, I'ma destroy my next challenger
B. Rob, high post MC
Quick to spray Raid on a roach MC
So don't be approachin' me without the cross and rosary
Who this nigga 'posed to be? I'll blast him in the open beef
Damn Black, how you do that there?
'Cause we don't care, I'll take 'em there
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Y'all niggas heard the first verse, no doubt shit bangin'
Verse two make sure none of y'all left hangin'
Got honeys lovin' this shit too, bro, I'm with you
Long as you know my pants don't fit you
Money, good look, understand why he shook
Shit, I'm rich, face all up in the Guinness Book
Check, all the records I set, it's major
Check, that the sets I wreck with flavor
Fuck the occasion, guns stay pon cock
Boilin' when hot, hold shit down like Fort Knox
Man, not to rhyme unorthodox
But y'all barely understand shit I did with The LOX
Give me the props, I'm tryin' set a mark this year
And bring the equipment out to the park this year
So y'all can see how it used to be, I'm lookin' toward the future, see
Black, he here to stay, it's time y'all got used to me
Puff said: Black ain't tryin' to fit in
Up and down the coast, can't count the spots I've been in, put your bid in
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
I hear the beat and swing a note as if my name was Teddy Pender'
Hot beats and hot rhymes tossed in a blender
I want y'all to feel hardcore, nothin' tender
Blessin' this mic for as long as I remember
Y'all can't see the Rob, uh-uh, y'all must be stupid
If I owe Sean Combs any money, then I recouped it
I looped it, this fly shit from ni bodega
Me and Yogi and Hard Pierre from You Don't Know Me
I dare you to come against me, run against me
Use your gun against me, you finito, finished
I've seen wild cats diminished
Fold and fall, Bad Boy's known to ball
Internationally, I'm sayin' actually, I have to be
The next cat to go and sell a million records casually
So, prepare yourself for the storm
Nineteen nine-nine it's on and I'm just gettin warm
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, six pistols and ten dimes of 'dro
That's when I realized I'm dreaming
Too late now, I guess I'll finish what I started, baby
Last night, I dreamed of some more dough
Some crystal, six pistols
