World Takeover

[Intro]

Whoever thought that, taking over the world would take

Longer than three years

I know I didn't shit

Matter of fact it ain't, it ain't been three years yet

Well the Takeover is coming

I know you hear 'em coming

It feel like '03 yet?

You in that mood yet?!?!

I just like sayin' that shit

That shit just sound good

Jersey!

The king of New Jersey

World Takeover

[Verse]

You got some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me

Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me

Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry

All I did for this hood I thought niggas would thank me

And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me

Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me

I worked hard to get here, now that I got here

They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee

Some wanna shoot 'em on site then there's some wanna shank me

Put him out to dry, you got some wanna hang me

Then I pissed 'em off, or made some of 'em angry

All I did for this hood I THOUGHT niggas would thank me

And I could give a fuck bout where none of you rank me

Him, him, them, son none of 'em ain't me

I worked hard to get here, now that I got here

They want me gone, they tryna treat Joe like a Yankee

Mic check one-two

I say what I mean, I mean what I say what I feel

Do whatever I want to

Got into something you can't undo

I piss in whatever subway your train of thought gotta run through

I'm by my lonely, so I might let the hawk show

Any block, I double-park, get out and walk slow

And nowadays niggas like listenin to bullshit, its obvious

Even Tyra got a talk show

Left the Sidekick home, took the old school pager

I wanna believe there's no such thing as a hater

Do something for somebody, they expect something in return

Now there's no such thing as a favor

Soon as I stop smoking, blunts come out in flavors

I think of New Orleans when I step out in gators (Talk to 'em)

Some dudes starving, their ribs just keep touchin'

My shoulder nicknamed me Chicago, I keep brushing

Yeah, every nationwide artist ain't national

Rappers appear to be dicks that really vaginal

E'ry Capo out there ain't seeing capital

And everybody's rationale really ain't rational (Oh!)

So when I'm toting the 5

I rep Willy's and Jers, I don't need to be on Ocean Drive

See the white tee wit my cig lit

I'm Larry Brown, New York is fucked up so they signed me to fix shit

When beef come I'm never tryna find me a biscuit

Late night I'm never tryna find me a quick trick

Call me I'll tell you how stupid a bitch get

I know they every move, see me on that kid shit

They wanna bring harm to you, front like they really got a bond with you

Like 'member I went to the prom with you (Nah!)

Fuck dude got not choice but to bong at you

Mans ain't gorilla, so better have King Kong with you

He's bitch, see the lypo on him

Caravan might ride slow on him, mu'fucker

I might let this little red light glow on him

Hope he walk round wit Geico on him, mu'fucker

Look, pardon you fags, yeah, I heard part of your raps

It's all wack, how you start to get gassed

And this rap shit is like reality TV

It's totally different from what it's marketed as

Know the game's fucked up, no I can't call it quits

Can't knock me down, and I won't fall and trip

I gotta just milk this shit for all it gives

No chain on but got ten mortgages

So naw fam, don't wanna talk or just chit-chat

Fell down liftin' the pound just from the kick back

Dudes got a problem wit me, just a snitch that

Ask anybody, I'm the wrong one to get at

Get that?

She so stupid, I'mma get her talk

Some of that good phone sex shit we be doin

Aight, take me from the mu'fuckin tippity