McGruff, Panama P.I., I-Born, Cam’ron - What Part of the Game lyrics

I'm the greatest rapper in the world
You who tryin to kid man
I will slam dunk on your big man
Been rappin for years, crackin them bears
The sound of platinum chairs
Predict future cash and it's near
My speech is dittly
I bust shots until the heat gets heavy
Fuck bitches until the sheets get sweaty
Beats and melodies, will make me blink
I'll pull my shank out
And give a warrior's cry
If you ain't down wit my crew, all you die
You can tell I'm real
By lookin in the ball of my eye
I will get some cream from it, one day
Your baby and my baby
Can my some dough on Teem Summit
Countin the loot, fountain the youth
The young God
Here's the inside thug, like a Marmashad


Some wanna have emotions and kill me
Put the toast to my kidney
When I speak most of them feel me
So, keep my name off ya breath
'Fore my nigga Gruff take the
Chain off ya chest all guaranteeing, blaow
Take the brain off ya neck
Off the top of the dough
One shot and you'll blow
Fuckin wit Panama PI
Guarantee I'll take ya outta ya zone

Aiyo me and my nigga Hais, ride, lay loose
Case ya try to play Zeus, got the tray deuce
Hidin right inside the bubble, face goose
Not to quickly to make to make news
I'ma ace deuce, caught cases
I got Gotti and OJ juice
And my crew, you're very stackless
Very cock now phase of every Rocky, turn
Your caviar ass into, um
Chicken teriyaki
Spanish nigga try to front on me
I say papi Rocky, wish he would have shot me
Cuz I don't care if he frail or cock D
When I got the Glock, B, can't stop me
And no judicial system could affix me
Try to lock me over papes on mine, Mr dA
Someone to lace ya dime
And tell PH that the camera job, come on
That's a waste of mine
Cuz I got my girl Curry, live in DC
Work the spring court, you know for me
That just scary how Harlem nigga do
Get in the building bitch hurry
Before my girl see, back to top
So she can give me one on jury
Says hung, got her sprung
She fell that I'm young her little toy boy
Make her lick my ass wit a tongue
She's so smart, she's dumb, but I keep
Tomorrow ain't promised
Now I might need a one
Way flight to St thomas
And at the same time I got a JAG fetish
And who knows, I might have bad credit
I can't borrow from niggas I ass betted
Go to your girl, I pop my truck faster
Don't make me Flex on you
Ghetto style like Funkmaster

You got money, what it look like?
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
Word is bond, when PI hit the microphone
Niggas took mics
You got crack, what it cook like?
You got a song, wit the hook like?
You got some money, what it look like?
What part of the game is that?
You fuck around wit my track, blaow
Part of the flaming stat

I live the God knowledge, my book of life
He read like twice
Five percent shine, today the grease like
My attribute's like
Paretic chrome, I thrown, throw
It at your dome, blown
It be known, like Sa Salasi clone
Connect wit one zone
Cybernetic, verbal buck slang, king ebonic
Nickname Farad, all of ya dude
Rock me Muhammad
I came swift, wit off as the shit
They couldn't catch it
Define this, got drawn so swift
Couldn't detect it
Thug covert, sip Scotch drink
Just like an Irish
Move like the infamous full blown antivirus
Apollus, mad Olympic, fragile fitness
Supreme gymnast, ancient decent
Homey scriptures
Equilibrium, catch me at the Wimbledon
Thug gentlemen guess jeans, Wu shirts
Construction Timberland
You're nobody wit nothing and your
Name shall be Nathan
Who you facin, slugs blazin the amazin

Aiyo check it, I used to live reckless
Snatch kids necklace, nigga respect this
A nigga catch this, blaow, trigga specialist
Is your death wish
Leave you rib and chestless
Gun ho, real life thug, every one know
From the Bumjo, to the kids, to Colombo
My niggas locked down doin state
Did you rumble?
Twenty five to L, on the humble
Real thug shit
Plug shit, catch you, wouldn't dare fuck wit
Care rugged
From the skulls down to the Timb's
Surroundin your Benz
Wit niggas houndin your gems
Yo pump this jam in your joint
All my thug niggas cruisin wit
The mamas on points
City wise guys, gritty high guys
Pretty mamas
I even make boricua, shake the titty tatas
Harlem World slugger
Watch it explode like Pearl Harbor
Screw ma, get a girl's Vodka
And get them hotter, slide 'em off
Twist 'em proper yo I'm a sex fiend
Fuckin in my 400 hundred Lex' ring
Flex cream, presidential rolly wit Gets gleam