My thoughts are thundering, tumblin Sons of bitches, switches, from yelling ta mumbling You ain't a pal of me, my family ties but not wit Mallory
My analogy ain't for salary, as I roll reality thru galaxies Four centuries, it's sent to me with the scent of oiu
Witta chain representing penitentiaries from Roman town to Borentown From Newark to Illtown
And all you know from lifers, Rikers ta foesome Wasn't driving to fast, I was flying to low
You think I'm rocking too quick, I think you're listening to slow I'm abrupting construction, a pumping assumption
You diss while your family say I'm the best shit since fucking Struckin 'bout an obstruction or turning something of nothing
From more things to more things, it's the rip in every function Funking it up, pumping it up, chumping the ducks
Looking ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin me up
Jersey homies are the craziest
New York homies are the craziest
DC homies are the craziest
Philly homies are the craziest
California homies are the craziest
Chi town homies are the craziest
Texas homies are the craziest
Utah homies are the craziest
My lyrics be laced with 40 ounces of funk and stuff, you get rushed, you get bust You call yourself callin my bluff, enough's enough
I'm puttin it down on the real end This one goes out to all the people who be questioning
my skills, niggas I been rockin since lee twillz and we feel that we build careers of steel So all the rest come up and test but only stress is what you'll find
thinkin Vinnie don't write and Vinnie can't rhyme shrinkin The sleepin MC I eat like good 'n' plenty
Lyrically spankin ya that's why they call me Uncle Vinnie And oh yes, I just appeal to the masses young to old folks, the upper, lower, middle classes
They don't begin wit no lying professor they begin when Vin pick up the pen and pad up off the dresser
Lesser, a man should never challenge a clan wit thirteen years experience of rippin mic's put in our hands
Detroit homies are the craziest
Miami homies are the craziest
Little Rock homies are the craziest
Oak Town homies are the craziest
I got barbarians to bogard me in at a club that barred me when a broad got thrown like barbarnigan born again, thrown aboard
A brim is broke to the back I brawl and band from brains ta balls Da boots word ta-burr-bam-boo break the loot
Blowing up brain cells BOOM like Beirut Assume the same suit, fuck that fly shit wit the flavor ca shi
Gives last name ain't Suzuki but still my sidekick Whip that hide quick if ya slide quick, blood clot ya Blood clique
You ain't rolling if our tape ain't what ya ride wit Brothas snipe shit so I'm on a knife tip
Like the youngsters 'bout ta take you on some hip-hop ride shit If you ain't jumpin then don't pump it
I'm hittin Jermaine in Atlanta cos he owe me loot for that jump shit Drop astronauts I rock it
and from now on if you bite my style when I see you, I'm in your pockets
Cleveland homies are the craziest
Carolina homies are the craziest
Virginia homies are the craziest
Kentucky homies are the craziest
St. Louis homies are the craziest
Atlanta homies are the craziest
Maryland homies are the craziest
San Diego homies are the craziest
Seattle homies are the craziest
Boston homies are the craziest
Illtown homies are the craziest
Zoo Crew homies are the craziest
Jersey City homies are the craziest
All my Newark homies are the craziest