Inspectah Deck - That Ni**a Lyrics
[Inspectah Deck]Four wheelers, pop the hatchet, blast that hitterHoney times, money hurry, snap that pictureI wanna see the walls come down, if ya'll bout itFor New York, I cover the sport, like Marv AlbertOne, two, when I exhale, the one-twoLock it down, similar to Denzel in John Q.Fire the semi, with no ice, no BentleyI'm just low fitty, throwin' limes in the RemyThere's so many fraud, how could you call that real?I supply fire that'll forge the steelCan't ignore the real, yeah ya forcedthe deal (With who?)With that nigga, that kid, you're sure to feelBig money, big guns, big cars and allRock tally on the floor, at the Monster's BallFrom the 718 to the 310Underdawgz, U.D,'s, the unsung heroes[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]They see me in the streets they be like (That's that nigga)Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that nigga)Girls of the world be sayin' (That's that nigga)All across the board they goin' (That's that nigga)Girls of the world say (That's that nigga)All across the board they goin' (That's that nigga)They see him in the streets they be like (That's that nigga)Rebel I.N.S., ya'll know (That's that nigga)[Inspectah Deck]The Movement, follow my lead, clock my speedNumber one with a bullet, that's *****ed to squeezeHe's artist of the year, who can touch me son?Like Jimmy Casta, trust me, I've just begunAnd I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my gameMy dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the sameIn the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loudNon-believers wonder how I'm talk of the townHate Me Now, like Puffy and Nas, I upriseNever thought big guns would survive, but surpriseNow what nigga? Only drugs sell quickerBeen chained in the dungeons of rap and held prisonerYou'll find me, cruisin' the Ave., tool in the stashMy tomb blast you in the smash, movin' the massI'm comin' like the taxman for all their businessI'm bound by my honor, so ya'll bear witness[Chorus][Inspectah Deck]A Titan like Steve McNair, be preparedFor the Top Gun, smokin' like weed in the airPlease beware, the Underdawgz roam in the yardPostin' hard, approachin' get you closer to GodThis is real life money, not a scene from a movieU.D.'s tighter than the jeans on a hoochieThe groupies crowd the 6 point oIf it's like that now, wait til this joint blowTell the world, the prophet has come, problem for someThe masses, holla for son, hot as the sunThat keep your eyes open don't you get caught sleepin'Your boy get you bouncin' like a six four leanin'[Chorus]
