Best Rapper Alive Songtext

[Verse 1] 

Bring the crowd and I’m loud _In Living Colour_ 

It is Weezy fuckin’ baby got these rappers in my stomach 

Yumi, I’m takin’ it I ain’t asking them for nothing 

If you sell a million records we can battle for ya’ money 

I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday 

Watch a football game and bet it all on one play 

Still stuntin’ baby yes I’m still flossin 

Latest car on the market wit the top peeled off it 

Big wheels make it look a lil bulky 

You look a lil salty have ya’ self a chill coffee 

Chill out the girls is still out 

Even though I am a boss and got papers to fill out 

I’m busy I got paper to reel in 

God I hope they steppin’ at the end of my rod 

And I hope I’m fishing in the right pond 

And I hope you catchin’ on to every line 

Who am I?

[Hook] 

The Best Rapper Alive [4x] 

Swagger right (check) game tight 

And they gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me 

(who) The Best Rapper Alive [4x] 

Swagger right (check) game tight 

And you should be afraid be very afraid

[Verse 2] 

The heart of New Orleans 

Thumpin’ and beatin’ 

Livin’ and breathin’ 

Stealin’ and feedin 

Peelin’ and leavin’ 

Killin’ and grievin’ 

Dearly departed erased deleted 

No prints no plates no face no trace 

Out of sight out of mind 

No court no case 

Sell his chain celebrate block party second line 

Zulu ball essence fest jazz fest mardi gras 

Shorty bounce body rock 

Now he drop now he got 

Family cry tell the feds tell the cops 

Smell the rat comin’ back to the house 

To the spot tap tap knock knock who is dat 

(Pow!) trigga man hoodie man tell the kids 

Boogie man pistol pete ammo mammal gun man blum blam! 

Damn Sammie you dun’ fucked up 

Pussy ass niggaz put ya’ nuts up 

Just call me 

[Hook]

[Verse 3] 

Fuck up wit all these rookie MCs 

(whew!) smell like a bunch of pussy to me 

Fuck Em! 

Fuck ’em good fuck long fuck ’em hard 

Fuck who? Fuck ’em all 

(yeah) like dat jus like dat 

I’m on dat money train and the mac’ll knock ’em off track 

The quarterback well protected from the +Warren Sapp+ 

The young heart attack I spit dat cardiac 

You can’t see me baby boy you got dat catorax 

I’m right here straight out the hood jus like an alley cat 

Since everyone’s a king where the fuck your palace at 

Me I got calus on my hand I can handle dat 

Its no problem baby I so got ’em 

Its just a victory lap baby I’m jus joggin’ 

And I ain’t even out of breathe 

the motherfuckin’ best yet sorry for cursing 

Who?

[Hook]

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