Training Day

It's Big Fris and I'm back at it I was raised in the jungle so I act savage Make you disappear no black magic I smoke cess that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic No round of applause but there's chaps clapping Man see the size of this skeng and start backtracking Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop gassing I ain't got nothin but shots for that crack addict If you been shuttin for years and still can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and took everything over But I'm happy now cause when I was young I said "I really wanna spit bars when I'm older" You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like boner On the road to success, follow me Flatten emcees in my way steamroller Keep telling them over and over, so many bars in my folder Armani fragrance mixed with a little high grade yeah that's my odor I'm stubborn, overly ignorant I hate waiting I ain't got patience Good manners, you can take me home to Mumsy Yeah that's my persona When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola And if you don't pay then I won't spray I'm after the cream no soda Straight to your neck like a choker Sicker way off the Richter 'Nuff of these emcees don't get the picture Boy Betta Know be a household name We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle Stepbrother, Godmother, Brother and Sister No dilly no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer That means I ain't beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple man's jails Last year went Jamaica saw mad shells Mad skengs big straps couple hand-helds I set the plan well test if you want come try your luck We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber thug Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma light it up Wild it up Go get your C.V. done type it up I've come a long way since running the streets With Danny & Dean, Sammy & P I'm about in my ends bloody cheek You ain't alive in your ends I stand tall and shout loud from my ends I do this properly Instead of hating, fam, you should honor me Back 2 Da Lab check out my discology I'm on the road to success come follow me You know I, you know I do this properly Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then Cause I'm cool but nothing like Coolio Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio I've got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads Ain't erected, they're not hard They tried to front but they got parred Ain't got to be close I aim from far Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars I come through like "Yo, wagwan?" You wanna hype up? I'll draw man's card And I'm back again Big Frisco on a track again No I'm not skimpy with beats, I'm nippy with Ps Plus I'm picky with beats And them man are slow I'm lapping them I don't hate haters I give thanks to them A couple emcees are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them I'm catching up, still cashing in Man violate I'll smash him in Frisco's gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him I'm on point cause I know what success can bring Niggas hate Frisco's getting it in So I stay on my Ps and Qs Cause it's not about next man getting my bling Never that