[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, S.I.N.Y. Everybody sleeping out here now I guess I gotta wake 'em up Break 'em up, it's Napalm World, baby
[Dom Pachino] Understand me, when I come through, I might snatch a Grammy Bust a slug for my Puerto Rican family We still in the ghetto, we try'nna make it out But them jakes on my dick, like them jakes down south And that's why old boy got punched in his mouth Cuz old boy didn't know what he was talking about Get accustomed to the rules, homey, or see the tools, homey I'm about to make a deal with Sony And have your little pretty bitch, blow me Now watch the world act like they know me, but I'm not familiar You come in between me and my funds, I'll have to kill ya And I'm not lying, streaking you out like a flat iron Cuz you attract sirens, and I'mma keep climbing and I'mma go diamond It's about what P says, fuck Simon I'm making music since before I was a teen, like Frankie Lymon Only difference is he sing, and I'm rhyming I'm spinning, I'm winning, I'm shining I'm slipping, I'm dipping, I'm diving I guess it's all timing...
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I've been repping hard body since a young buck Where my soldiers at? My niggas, throw ya guns up Where my bitches at? Please, let it clap for me This entertainment biz is more than just rap to me My music's like crack, produced in the factory I'm out for my goals, procede to move accurately
[Dom Pachino] I'm not arrogant, this fucking nigga's extravagent I'm fucking bitches that be winning beauty pageants, man Driving cars that's in the movies But we rap stars in the movies, we got our own share of groupies I knock a nigga out, he wanna sue me But when I was broke, same nigga tried to shoot me I got gang niggas try'nna recruit me Cuz they know that I bust my toolie, I grew up with 'em Step-pops had an uzi, an M-16, a nine, I was choosie But I was out of my mind, drinking Old Gold and Ballantine A young nigga with a violent mind Same sign as Einstein, P's a genius Enter hip, hop, I pledge allegiance Before a show, I made sure the track was in sequence And then I took the track and blew the shit to pieces After the trials, is when the rats get released, kid Then they back on the streets, that's when we gotta get 'em
[Chorus]
[Dom Pachino] Move accurate, right and exact, the impact you get Is more than just rap, it's rent and mortgages It depends on how good your ass absorb this shit Is it a talent? Or is it a mold? Of your favorite rapper's style, that you cherish to hold Is it natural, organic, you can't proserve my flow A great performer, I'll catch ya'll niggas at my shows But um, don't let me catch ya'll niggas at my door Cuz if so, then out come my four-four I say nothing else, cuz you already know, how the shit already go Pasta niggas with spaghetti flows Make me a plate, cop my album just to get you in shape You wanna know about my next one, I give you a date
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[Dom Pachino] Understand me, when I come through, I might snatch a Grammy Bust a slug for my Puerto Rican family We still in the ghetto, we try'nna make it out But them jakes on my dick, like them jakes down south And that's why old boy got punched in his mouth Cuz old boy didn't know what he was talking about Get accustomed to the rules, homey, or see the tools, homey I'm about to make a deal with Sony And have your little pretty bitch, blow me Now watch the world act like they know me, but I'm not familiar You come in between me and my funds, I'll have to kill ya And I'm not lying, streaking you out like a flat iron Cuz you attract sirens, and I'mma keep climbing and I'mma go diamond It's about what P says, fuck Simon I'm making music since before I was a teen, like Frankie Lymon Only difference is he sing, and I'm rhyming I'm spinning, I'm winning, I'm shining I'm slipping, I'm dipping, I'm diving I guess it's all timing...
[Chorus: Dom Pachino] I've been repping hard body since a young buck Where my soldiers at? My niggas, throw ya guns up Where my bitches at? Please, let it clap for me This entertainment biz is more than just rap to me My music's like crack, produced in the factory I'm out for my goals, procede to move accurately
[Dom Pachino] I'm not arrogant, this fucking nigga's extravagent I'm fucking bitches that be winning beauty pageants, man Driving cars that's in the movies But we rap stars in the movies, we got our own share of groupies I knock a nigga out, he wanna sue me But when I was broke, same nigga tried to shoot me I got gang niggas try'nna recruit me Cuz they know that I bust my toolie, I grew up with 'em Step-pops had an uzi, an M-16, a nine, I was choosie But I was out of my mind, drinking Old Gold and Ballantine A young nigga with a violent mind Same sign as Einstein, P's a genius Enter hip, hop, I pledge allegiance Before a show, I made sure the track was in sequence And then I took the track and blew the shit to pieces After the trials, is when the rats get released, kid Then they back on the streets, that's when we gotta get 'em
[Chorus]
[Dom Pachino] Move accurate, right and exact, the impact you get Is more than just rap, it's rent and mortgages It depends on how good your ass absorb this shit Is it a talent? Or is it a mold? Of your favorite rapper's style, that you cherish to hold Is it natural, organic, you can't proserve my flow A great performer, I'll catch ya'll niggas at my shows But um, don't let me catch ya'll niggas at my door Cuz if so, then out come my four-four I say nothing else, cuz you already know, how the shit already go Pasta niggas with spaghetti flows Make me a plate, cop my album just to get you in shape You wanna know about my next one, I give you a date
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