Eggs

Young Caesar, the crowd-pleaser The town leader in a round theater When the town need it most you assassinate my character with all the shit that you say Et tu, Brute? Stabbed in the back, touche, threw your shade But they wrote plays about me, named me after the fade You toupee, you e-willy, we do say You must be silly thinking he do yay (Young Caesar) They knew the name They knew he could spit him some game Let him refrain, but sippin' Rem' on a train Got a limp need to get him a cane, you couldn't sit Shit let alone live in this lane Young Hovito he a sensei I'm Tito Puente mixed with Big Daddy Kane Do it for the couple cents made getting my rent paid And mi gente that's how we living these days Notes, quotes, everything I wrote The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid (Wiki got it coming this year) Notes, quotes, everything I wrote The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid (Wiki got it coming this year) There's some ugly motherfuckers in here See the rooster on my chest? I'm cocky You don't know Papi Chulo, her culo got me obsessed A raunchy honky menudo Hardly flossy you could taunt me but what the fuck do you know Kudos? Nah, I need blue notes My Jew bro taught me to be frugal Blew hella loot on the brew though You see the price, you had to concede to lead a peaceful life Jesus Christ Will it be he that reads my rights? Will I see the light? This will make it hard to sleep at night I just keep it tight, keep going Ain't no knowing, just some cheap advice I'm giving What's the piece I'm getting of the fucking stream subscription But I need it just as much as you need to listen While I keep pretending that I make a decent living I'm in the streets drinking or in the sheets hitting them cheeks thinking Notes, quotes, everything I wrote The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid (Wiki got it coming this year) I said notes, quotes, everything I wrote The whole scope, the pope, ordinary folk Could be dead on the dope, head on the boat Eggs getting scrambled, eggs getting poached Either way you gonna feel the smoke, stupid (Wiki got it coming this year) What the fuck do you know (Streets, yes stupid) What the fuck do you know Young Caesar I'm in the streets (Young Caesar) (Wiki got it coming this year) What the fuck do you know Young Caesar, the crowd pleaser The town leader