How many MCs must we put in pain?      I had a dream that I was in an MC war   Kinda different than any other dream I had before   MCs packin' rhymes like Jiggys be packin' nines   They said a verse and it was like I could read they fuckin' minds      I threw a metaphor, this player gave me an encore   They asked him what you go and fuck with pop for   You read his diary, heard he's won every rivalry   If you ask me I feel you owe him an apology      An old school cat who got knowledge under his cap   So don't approach me with that bullshit black   Because I been there, did that, bust shots and sold crack   Been shot at but I been put here to rap      So no matter what you do and say   My style been put here to stay   Just like the sun sees the next day   Mandatory that you hear my story      To all them thugs who thought I wouldn't make it   You ain't got nothin' for me   You couldn't clean the shit off my shoes   That I stepped in when I was out there payin' my dues      You's a blown fuse, bad news   Good for nothin' like tattoos and saggy boobs   June Luva drop the jewels on 'em   Warn 'em, go get 'em      Yo let's go to war and my objective is to score   Collectin' mad points as my opponents hit the floor   You better come the best way you know how nigga   Gun play, that's the way it goes down nigga      I know you know the rules of New York   Bullshit walk, so kill all that bloodclot talk   We hawk, I stalk the streets with the ginsu   Anybody move, cop killer to your tissue      Hits you, put you where the good lord split you   Whoever that be doubtin' my steez nigga please   I been through more shit than toilet bowl flushes   Ran through more clicks than NFL rushers      Plus this be the best connect that you've heard   In a long time, motherfuckers that's my word   Observe the way I just cock back and serve   Niggas in my way gettin' hit with the AK      Automatic I'm quick to cause static   Laugh in your face, haha, then let you have it   So lounge my niggas you in the danger zone   It's only certain parts you's allowed to roam      And don't sleep 'cause shorties down the block is deep   Got somethin' for that ass that lift you off your feet   And that's real      How many MCs must we put in pain   Before somebody says don't go against the grain?   The grain, here to jumpstart the earth's engine   And keep the world movin'      We been blessed with skill to make a nigga pay   So we gave a percentage away to MCA   To take to Universal from uptown round to China   You turn that Tokyo back to South Carolina      Whoever got the currency you got me performin' at your big arena   That's full of smoke from Medina   Roll up the greenery   My niggas backstage'll set the scenery      So I can let you know what rap mean to me   It's real 'cause cash rule under property   I'm goin at the family land, nuthin' stoppin' me   Cockin' back nine, insertin' 'em in nine holes      Your genitals, eyes, ears, ass, mouth and nose   I been told by a higher power to do whatever   It takes to make our lives better and worry when I'm deader   Mentally I'm hooked by society      So I'm flippin' on them niggas eyein' me and payin' high salary   For me to tell my brothers to kill each other   I ain't fuckin' with the ignorant, I'm goin' undercover   Breakin' stereotypes along with cordless mics   When evil strike I beat that ass 'cause he can't fight      How many MCs must we put in pain   Before somebody says don't go against the grain?   The grain, here to jumpstart the earth's engine   And keep the world movin' and spinnin'      How many MCs must we put in pain   Before somebody says don't go against the grain?   The grain, here to jumpstart the earth's engine   And keep the world movin' and spinnin'      Ha ha, spinnin', word up, movin', we keeps it   Movin', GP never losin'   The grain, word up, niggas is always choosin'   How we move and other shit, word up, it's that shit      Word up, yeah yeah, keep it movin' y'all, word up   Unh, keep it movin' y'all, word up word up, the grain, baby   Yeah, yeah, niggas know how it go, word up