Boondock Saints

Uh Embassy

Uh uh Phonte

We shall prevail

Came from a bush baby on a quest to run things

Been in pursuit baby since Master P and that Uhh thing

Remember that s**t War with December that's it

Coldest n***a walkin' know these n***as talkin'

Out the side of they face I'm here for a reason

I will die for my space who's still gotta get it

Who's still pure Us and I ain't having s**t

Like a tour bus receive if you want hell

And Keisha Shantell tried to talk some sense in him

Same day realised there's no convincing him

N***a With Attitude like Ren and 'nem

Got a click of piranhas I will swim for them

I will tread water until the end for them

You don't get it though we are who y'all ain't

Gets vicious though it's like we true y'all ain't

L E G Dunny Tigallo Boondock Saints

Right tack to business off a six-week tour

And I ain't never seen drama like this before

Got a lot of s**t to get off my chest

Some wild s**t to address so I told Khrysis press record

I'mma put it on wax and give you the raw facts

And truth about life and the things I'm dealing with

Black folks saying that I'm too intelligent

And white folks saying I'm a little too niggerish

It got me in a strange predicament

I wish black embarrassment TV was judged more wisely

But I don't know what's worse

The fact that they ain't playing our s**t or that it don't even surprise me

Because I shucking and cause I ain't jiving

Some of these crackers won't stand beside me

And cause I ain't killing and don't support pimping

Some of these n***as wanna call me a Cosby

Well I'll be that dude I'll scratch that itch

I'll play that role call me Heathcliff b***h

If this ain't what you want then fine

But somehow someway we got to draw that line

And it goes without mentioning I thought about censoring

This verse so my label and manager stay cool

But as of this recording we ain't even outsold The Listening

So really what the f**k I got to lose

B***h it's Phontigga lo the show ripper

Ho cause my he's would change week to week

But now my flows be changing from beat to beat

Tell my n***a Jim Bowes he gotta beat the streets

Than dranking and smoking all they w**d up

This is my confession with the Embassy

You f**kin imbeciles can put your Rosary Beads up now

See Tyson told me hit 'em with the flames first

Challenge the world bet I drop more names than a Game verse

These rap n***as is plastic

I'm terrorizing cyphers they can't blame Osama for that s**t

Left the seven-one-eight for the nine-nineteen

I'm still home slid the Y between the N and the C

Hunts Point I did it y'all look at me shining

Came a long way rhyming part time and nine-to-fivin'

The game is full of pussies I can hear it in they rhymes

Got balls for saying that who d**k is bigger than mine

Pause walking tall biggest n***a on campus

Putting shame to all 'em so-called n***as who ran this

I've been nice since the early eighties

When I strike it rich your lady will swallow my million dollar babies

You don't wanna battle me right

I guarantee you'll see more L's than Puerto Ricans on the lower eastside

Hunts Point I did it again

I've been broke so long the rich will now feel the wrath of my pen

You can tell I got now by the words on this page

I got too big for the corner so I brought it to the stage