The Champ

[Intro: Man's Voice] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back He's an animal He's hungry You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele" Remember what you first told me when I took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga) You ain't hungry Matter of fact I don't want you in my gym Get out of my ring, you disgust me "Just Blaze!" [Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain't got it all, that means I'm barely home Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance my arts Is crafty darts, while y'all stuck on Laffy Taffy Wondering, how did y'all niggas get past me? I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did 'em up, them bricks I sent 'em up My raps y'all bit 'em up, for that now stick 'em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Y'all staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed That's when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D *bell rings* Who want to battle the Don? I'm James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y'all didn't know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin' it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging Frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training Y'all still eating bacon *bell rings* I'm like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil' on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch, that means I'll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, 'stones' is 'rolling' Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up The coca leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Dukes' tomato plants And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East, I'm a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, and rap belts belong to D.C