Now or Never

[Intro]
Bitch, what's ya' point?
I get Bit, like I'm Coin
I get Chips, like A-Hoy
Tell a hater, eat a dick, attaboy
Miss me with them noise

[Verse 1]
It's now or never, I would bet a thousand of the hottest Bill Cosby sweaters
You ain't got a shred of evidence, convincing anybody yo' style better
I don't spit bars, I lift bars, in the booth and in the gym, bitch
Think ya' shit hard, 'til ya gettin' scarred, thinkin' you was cool, ding-ding, bitch

[Verse 2]
Let's lace 'em up, I'll ace 'em up, 'til ya' face fucked, like ya' lady's, hah
And, I 'on't even mean that your lady's ugly, I'm just sayin', boy, about the way she sucked
Oh, damn, that's a low shot, my flow's Grant's, that's pro shot
My programs gеt more guap, my name's only gettin' morе hot

[Verse 3]
Is it mee-ZUS, or MAY-zoos? 'Til he dissed Cannon, no one fuckin' knew him
So he went, and named his album, "Fuck You", and "Fuck You, Too" is comin', soon

[Verse 4]
Damn it, I just let the cat out the bag, and I'm packin' a MAC, in the back of the act
And, I'm sad, 'cause I know about half of these rappers don't know who Big Pun is
What happened to rap?

[Verse 5]
What happened to back?
Back, as to back in the day, when you work, you ain't gettin' no tracks
So I'm bringin' it back to when talent was actually what mattered
Instead of the platform you have

[Verse 6]
Yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck around, yeh-yih, I 'on't fuck with clowns
Yeh-yih, fuck around, find out, sink or swim, when you fuckin' drown

[Verse 7]
Turn down, nope, I ain't able
'Less you talkin' 'bout turnin' down labels
'Bout, to turn over these turntables
Like Jesus did, in that, there Bible

[Verse 8]
Bet, you looked at me, and thought that that is what I sound like
Aye, judgin' books by covers, half a second sound bites
Aye, he didn't know colors made noises, he don't sound white
Aye, I swear, that's what most y'all sound like
Gay!
They say, I can't say that, I tell 'em, yes, I can
I tell 'em, fuck it, cross the line, Mexican

[Verse 9]
But, you won't catch me, how much you gon' bet me?
I kill what you write, even if I write lefty
Like, Lefty said in, Donnie Brasco, "Forget about it"
You Fugazi, won't do shit about it

[Verse 10]
You walk in alive, but you comin' out dead
Bitch, you run up on me, I'ma cut off ya' legs
Put these words on my life, every word that I said
'Cause, I spit every verse, like a gun in my hand