The Zone Mission (Part VIII)

J-Zone

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    [J-Zone]
    Zone world known player hater cause I spoke the truth
    Pimp fallacies; you don't even use a vocal booth
    I player hate with pride, that's my job, I do overtime
    (I work) Put it on a t-shirt, opened up a clothing line
    You wanna be old school and clench dick beaters
    We can rock, to them James Brown beats or wear Adidas
    ("Not many crews have slammin albums.." -> KRS-One)
    That's why I didn't do a twelve inch, so stop askin'
    I threaten cute girls, the (??) is a good one
    Tell 'em I'm a megastar, but only made one joint
    "Music for Your Mother," I was first seen
    Now I keep attention like LL's book; chapter 13
    The borough that you brag about, nigga you don't own it (nah)
    The dime piece in the video, you ain't bone it (NOPE)
    But when I shoot a video my hoes'll look busted (ill)
    Least I can brag on the low how I touched it
    You birds make me sick pigeon (BEOTCH) I can't shoot ya
    so I play "Duck Hunt," to avoid goin to prison
    I can't breakdance and do graffiti so I'm assed out
    So I autograph and cha cha until I pass out

    "Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (cha cha cha)
    Left, right (cha cha cha) one, two (hahahahaha..)"

    Yeah, Zone Mission Part Eight
    As for parts two through seven
    go look for 'em..
    Right now you wonderin where the chorus is
    but I don't do that shit
    So keep your ears peeled cause niggaz still frontin
    KnowhatI'msayin?
    And who has somethin to say about it?

    "Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin
    shut the fuck up, hear?"

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    God put me on this planet for a purpose:
    to make hip-hop and disrespect it at the same time
    Diss cats with lame rhymes? Nah I diss the greatest
    Cause legends rob banks and smoke crack during hiatus
    Now you pawned a gold chain, you got sued why?
    You known for jackin that's all you do
    Diss Trojan ends for takin away the feelin
    Diss them herb cats that danced to raise the ceiling
    Kids drivin Lexuses with no 401K plans
    Kids up in my grill freestylin with the hot breath
    Graduated from Yale sayin rappers totally got left
    My penalty is life I slay the chumps so we got death
    Avirex foes lookin like they used batteries
    Bohemian, babblin, new world fallacy
    Fuck Y-2-K, it's a year like any other
    (Still) hoes blowin cock
    (Still) brothers killin brothers
    (Still) pigs eatin donuts
    (Still) chickens at the mall
    Plug it, cool kids beatin it while pretty boys and thugs fuckin
    New year's 2000? Shit I ain't goin nowhere (hell no)
    Be in my crib laughin at the idiots in Times Square
    Watch the ball drop, knowin that it's brick freezin
    Maybe for a change I'll get a broad for a reason
    But if my luck is bad and that chick ain't freakin
    it's a new year not a blue year so fuck it I'll be beatin it
    They be makin beats, preparin for nuttin
    Zone Mission Part Eight, niggaz still frontin!

    Basically
    People still frontin, but it's all good
    Many are loungin yo
    Be comin up to me sayin
    man you be havin no choruses in your shit, knahmsayin?
    Yo I got no response for that

    "If you don't like it then chew my wood
    I couldn't care less.. " "Fuck, fuck you!"

    Aight?

    "I can only say, better luck next time.."

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