Recanize

Yo, c'mon Yo, c'mon Yo, c'mon It's the dirty South Shore stuff, c'mon Uh-uh,uh-uh Ye-yea,ye-yea Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo (Verse 1) You see I'm hungray, hungray, hungray, hungray! That's how I'm feelin Starvin when I skit em, mobbin for a livin Doin numbers like a mathematician, rappers be spittin Like a uzi, it's a Rap Kool G Back in 2G, had em buggin like who's he It's J-O J-O Hustlin rap slay-slingin the yay-yo yay-yo DJ's the jay, put em on a pay roll pay roll Hold down the fort, go down to court, throw down the sport Fuckin wit Pellewho's, nuttin'll ever do My dogs in heat put it to ya something terrible Shmell me, I got a yes man When I tell him git em he said yes man And if I tell him hit em he said yes man Love or hate we gettin these papes I'm the boss and it's written all over my face Get it through ya thick skull (Chorus) Recanize a real don when ya see one Murderous charm, anything ya need on a arm I'm the bomb watch me blow (kaboom!) I try to tell em "ay yo nobody betta than JoJo" Now breathe for me, (recanize) Get it jumpin like please believe, (recanize) Holdin it down so easily, (recanize) Got these hunnies like mezmorize, (recanize) (Verse 2) Guilianni king of New York It's fact that boss is Italiano, Joey's a Capo Piss drunk crossin the Verranzano Wit hundreds in bags, punchin the gas, gun in the dash Blowin L's through the toll booth with a stolen E-Z pass Answer that if you could If the engine in the front and you in the trunk Then how you screamin take you back to the hood See you rats get it good, fuckin wit Pellewho Suttin rappers'll never do like point a rat to the Suge Gotta Mack then I should Let's do this, bout to sell a hundred units That's the difference between platinum and wood Used to fantasize of Lisa watchin Saved By The Bell Now the L.S. and chocolate mamis be blazin my cell Even back in school I never had eyes on the black boards Playin pocket pool scopin the thighs on the black broads And I never mix business wit pleasure Cept when I'm at the record label beefin wit tha fifth on my lever Like you pricks takin forever By the way, Chris to Shamika lend me the Caddy for my date to impress her Low on doe so you know I never trick on these broads I got a million dollar deal but still I'm pullin off scores (Chorus) (Verse 3) I hear rappers frontin a lot, stunt like ya hot This is rap why you talkin bout ya hustlin rock Got a crib, a couple of guns, and a drop So what? You need more then an ab roller to build the muscle I got I'm the B-O double S nuttin less Came a long way from spittin on the bus to the decks And yes remember record execs frontin like they ain't wit it Wanna be Simmons stuntin like Russel ya more like Richard In a straight jacket I'ma eat this meal First name Joey, last name he's for real C.C.C. had me convinced that he conceited Really I give a rat's ass how gangsta you keep it (Chorus 2x) Blow! Uh-uh, ah-ah (Laughs) Ye-yea, ye-yea South Shore Stuff Uh-uh South Shore Stuff Pelle-Pelle Grino-Grino Ye-yea, ye-yea yea yea Recanize