Say What

Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (say what?)

I, Cool J, NY2K
Rule millenniums with my compadres
Their tongues sway with really nothing to say
They pack guns, but I stack funds
I'm second to none
My hot streak's just begun
You wanna bring beef? You got to serve it well-done
You ran the wrong way, now you living on the run
Not some, each one's a bum, every one
Coughed up a lung, became my son
Flames I brung, platinum weighs a ton
Heavy on the chest, I pity all the rest
I put 'em to the test
I spit it like I'm blessed
I testify
I have no need to lie
I buried many, still many wanna die
I zone out crazy, staring don't faze me
Got ya whole strategy shook
It's too daisy

Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (say what?)

Clack, reload, clack, reload
Got ya pictures sitting in my lap
He explode
Duck when you hear the rat-tat-tat
'Cause once you cross over baby, ain't no coming back
Believe that
I flows when I hit that
Strive 'til I get that
Never mind a set-back
No time to wet that
A lyrical hi-jack, you don't wanna try that
Creep with my CD, don't let 'em know you buy that
One in the snips, one in the whip with the low jack
Call a 911 to get the LL back
Original bells, LL
Rocked them 'til they fell
Competition bailed
Looked like mince green when mic had 'em swelled
Wrote all them rhymes and never gonna sell
Meanwhile, I'm counting prezzies in the the 'tel
And in the meanwhile, I throw my baby in Chanel

Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (say what?)

Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Uh, I'm lyrically hot tonight, come on
Laying low to catch you on stage so I can run on
Matter fact, you not on my level, I throw my son on
Mission is complete, technique is unique
Defeat the rhyme weak and mine ya knee-deep
Rewind a rip beats and give jeeps the heat
Even if you walking, with your Walkman in the street
Acting gassed-up, but you really on need
How you counting your paper kid, without a GED?
Slow down, let me do my thing now, hold up
Maybe that's the reason you stressed, quick to roll up
Put the L down, picked the other LL up
Maybe we can straighten this out before it's toe-up
Watch me closely, boom! I'm a blow-up
And spend the whole rest of my life stacking dough up

Most thugs front when they get the chance (say what?)
Some thugs hit the blunt when they get the chance (say what?)
Live thugs stack cheddar, then they make plans (say what?)

Woo, Vinnie Biggs, you hot with this one, dawg
Roundtree
Rock The Bells
Uh, Brian Daughtery
Uh, all my peeps, my peeps, my peeps across the land
Know what I mean? We're gonna keep getting paper
This is real
This is real, right here
Rock The Bells
It's deeper than the deepest blue sea, dawg
Know what I'm sayin'?
I'm feeling it like you feeling it
Ha ha, word up
I'm loving it like you loving it baby
Rewind it, it's short