Giants Stadium
Live at Giants Stadium
With Ghostface and Van Halen
Crypress Hill and ACDC too
Sarah Palin is a Wu-Tang fan
She was chilling with Diddy
During motherless child
She wild out and showed us her titties
Sign of the black mark
Digital triple six cash cards
Devil's clashing with Ansaars
Bitches grabbing their tampons
I have to thank God
For the places he put me
Or rather for hip hop
And the places it took me
Aim at the game
Hit the scoreboard with the sawed-off
The world, trying to recite what I write
Could cause your jaw to fall off
Flow is unique speak to the people
My flow is the street
Words are the traffic lights
And my soul is the beat
My discipline is like
Walking on hot coals with the feet
My confidence is like how you feel
When you're holding the heat
But you don't need ratchets
To validate the fact that you're great
But watch ya mouth, I'm old school
You'll get cracked in the face
In Farragut Road, trapped in the cold
My fingers numb from bagging up coke
Stranded on the planet of chrome
In the jungle where the cannibals roam
Smashing with ratchets at your dome
Creeping up amongst assassins of the soul
I'm a Brooklyn beast
Bringing honor amongst crooks and thieves
Fill the bong and let's cook these trees
In the words of a murder fanatic
Blasting with the black ratchet
I'm a burner mechanic
I'm here with Howie's nephew
Together we connecting the dots
We at Giant's Stadium
In the executive box
In the constellation of rappers
I'm the top stars
Superbad, mac-loving
And shooting at cop cars
Yeah, we all loading the clip
And feeling the heat
But nah y'all ain't killing the street
Like Ill and Unique
Spit venomous shit
Like a coiled snake King
And grab the cash in your safe
Behind the oil painting
Running through New York's
Major blocks blazing Glocks
And decepticons lasers
Pop at Megan Fox
It's the Fox 5 Newsroom
Where my sanity dies
'Cause I get more truth
Out of watching Family Guy
The black Yankee
Fitted over the black doorag
The black banana clip
Thrown in the black schoolbag
My memories of Lafayette High
When I walk between the Coney Island
Thugs and the Mafia ties