Percee P - The Hand that Leads You lyrics

Either we do this thing right or
Ain't gonna do it at all

Why I came to fire flames
Lyrics require brains
Y'all admire lames and liars
That need to retire, mane
Perce is phat, when I burst your raps
Underground and commercial cats
Know where my turf is at BX
Get killed steppin, rollin' up on me
Flower must not be knowin' I'm blowin' minds
Got me holdin' concealed weapons
Fuckin' live, brothers bust
Leave mothers crushed and lovers blushed
Try to smother us
While others just shuck and jive
Get cash to spit, without askin'
Chicks be passionately flashin' tit's to this
Fashion slick brother smashin' hit's
Every ho in the place be knowin' the face
Blow at an uncontrollable place
When the show put my dough in the case
Vicinity trifeless
Make thugs with identity crisis
Enter de ciphers and many men'll be lifeless
Nothin' you roast ill
Better hope real cats don't recognize
You're no-frills
Talkin' money and dope deals and broke still

Like a thug in the street
Muggers discreetly huggin' the freaks
Be lovin' the meat
The lyrical cat with the ruggeder beats
Tracks are raw
Still cats ignore the fact I'm more
Better than the ones you askin'
For on racks in stores give fat checks
This rap vet's verbal gats let off
Rounds then clap sets, leavin' tracks wet
MCs are rote
He's the most famous Eastern coast
Spittin' like I'm squeezin' toast and
Don't leave the post
This here's proper, don't dare
Knock my hustle, man
If you just a damn
Sharecropper and near copper
The best of stars can't mess with
Bars like the rest of y'all
They get left in tar like
Woolly mammoth brains in jar
Rhymes are dope, better cop now
My hip hop sound
Could get me locked down like I
Got found with lines of coke
Don't spend hours to send power-ful lines
To bring the place down
And have your men shower the
Skies like twin towers