Naughty By Nature

Mathematic addict, Illmatic, a little static
Plus a rabbit outta hat be the magic I'm pumping at it
Mr. Flow Properly
Rapping don monopoly
Microphonic Trilla, writing shit that they could not believe
I'm not a killer, I just bust a lot
Hear 'em talk about the money, what the fuss about?
Nothing I, only show emotion when you hear me start to cuss a lot
Fuck it, I started from the bottom and I stuck it out
Still here, starting to murder beats, never heard of me
Still in position to further reach on a
Star, system, planet, galaxy
Yoda how I rap, 'cause I'm dope: they mad at me
I never knocked for cops locked the drop
They tried to stop my hop and did not so hip hop hooray

Chorus

So gimmie the beat my God
Assassinate survived, I'm 25, and plan to die
Soon as them pigs fly
Moving through pits of fire
Hell if I won't try, well if a rope tied
'Round my neck, swear I needed the respect
so I left with a tech aim strapped at they're mother fucking necks
Screaming, "Give me what I ordered or the bullets
take effect, less I feel that y'all important for this movement I address"
I'm a lot more pissed and bit less stressed
So I promise what you're hearing isn't nothing more than best
It's so hard just to maintain in this game where the
fame for your name can bring dangerous heinous results
It's the most non-appealing of feelings like maybe this
thing hasn't changed for the names that we lost
So rest in peace Pac & Big Pop
Y'all the only ones to give props, so hip hop hooray

Chorus

Picture perfect, I paint perfect picture
Bomb a hoochie with my dick and tell the bird to bring her sister
It's a block party baby doll are you down?
I think you oughta be, you hardly ever partying now
I'm hearing sodomy and lottery's the new language
But I'm philosophy and Socrates and Wu-Tang bitch
Buying booty on they birthday on that 2 Chainz shit
I'm America's Most Wanted, on my Hussein shit
I'm tryna kick in my description of pimpin on these hos
So try and listen poppa grippin his vision for each flow
Swear I'm livid from the gimmicks of rapping for cheap dough
So now money for me?
That's more money for y'all
Still gunning for me?
I'm still running from y'all
You still running them streets?
That's why I stay in my yard
Now take the last 6 bars and rewind
And think of it opposite, I swear I'm just ahead of my time
That's just a bullet point for your facts of life
Flow duckin' bullet points for these captions like
How the fuck should I care about somebody else's opinion
Got Puerto Rico, Filipino, Irish and Dominicans
From Rapid City, L.A., and my people's from the east
See them commenting on videos like, "Trillo give me peace."
So it's amen 'till the pistols pop, I'm giving thanks to all I found in hip hop
So hip hop hooray