Ayo I'll chop you up in 16 pieces In front of your nieces While I'm eating Reeses And won't even offer 'em any Yes I spit plenty This is east coast flow at it's finest In the studio where you'll find us Put a bullet where your spine is At 16 I was skipping school and smoking chronic While you was learning bout English Big L was teaching ebonics I spit fire so demonic Writing code like I made Sonic A jedi master Break and sit down like old plaster No medication for this track cuz this is how a psycho rips My bank account is like casino Fold your pockets, micro chips Uh, mother fucker I dare you to test it Hope you're well rested Whoop your ass and get arrested In a double breasted Louis Vuitton Diamond encrusted tailor made suit Uh, now that's all Sinatra everything I explode like hollow tips on contact Chronologically murder schmo There's no bringing Joe back Puffing cubans and sipping cognac Mafietic mentality introduce me to this beat and it's fatality I kill, mics like Conrad Murray Sharp like , still the rest is obtuse I get loose when sipping goose And rhyme like Doc Seuss Flow tight like noose Whoop ass like Bruce No time for a truce Alphabetical mathematic addict I spit 16's so erratic You think it was a semi automatic I know by now you thinking Oh my God he let 'em have it But that was just a loan Time to collect like I'm Capone Reap what I've sewn In other words there is the throne Chilling while homies smoking Marijuone If you thinking that this shit is whack well then you're dead wrong Cuz for every emotion and every mood I have a song For the club, for the streets For the whipping for the sheets Cuz this is where intellect and versatility meets I'm young Sinatra Backstage chilling with Bobby Soxers I gotcha