Ft. Lil Fame of M.O.P

(Hook x2)
Aye, yo, it's my time, my time to shine
I'm comin' fo' the crown, my enemies in align
I'mma lay em down, cut the grass, the snakes glow
I'm comin' fo' the cream, the cash, the peso

(Verse: Termanology )
I came in this came in 2k-6 with two great bricks and laces
New Bay shit, bomb rest a couple soul with the hungriest spics
Might empty out yo pockets fo' money fo' kicks
I'm on some new shit, makin' beef and performin' live
No more slingin' 8-balls for some short advice
Family ties kept me on the local route
Cuz of a dad's somethin' my kids couldn't go without
I used to be wylin' and firin' without a kid
To stage divin' on the allen with Dj Premiere
See how life turns around when you put it down
Readin' the Bible I realize I'm a leader now
My drug habit was gettin' worse when I feed it now
I started with a pint, I'm drinkin' a liter now
No more beefin' now, I'm focused on these accounts
Cuz life's all about reminiscin' Aaliah now

(Hook x2) 
Aye, yo, it's my time, my time to shine
I'm comin' fo' the crown, my enemies in align
I'mma lay em down, cut the grass, the snakes glow
I'm comin' fo' the cream, the cash, the peso

(Verse 2: Lil Fame)
I came in the game young, no Magnum
Bust all for the track, tore my page up
I pursue the Lil Bow Wow dream
I rock nugget rings and tings
I neva rocked the Mickey Mouse chain
I'm fly, more high this life, I can't land in my zone
And I put that on my family stone
I plan to be the end to my family throne
But that's the name that you inherit when yo family gone
I lust gettin' pikes with loud pipes
Nothin' less than the dollas ya sees
All wanna see beef who grind so BTs
Burn the block up, one down, let the clutch go, the front pop up
I'm from New York, Bloomberg can't stop us
I ain't yo role model, shawty, don't watch us
I'm a general, y'all betta salute the kid
Time to show ya who the future is
Muthafucka!

(Hook x2) 
Aye, yo, it's my time, my time to shine
I'm comin' fo' the crown, my enemies in align
I'mma lay em down, cut the grass, the snakes glow
I'm comin' fo' the cream, the cash, the peso

(Verse 3: M.O.P)
I sell ill coats for federal notes
Cuz writin' rap music is betta than pedaling coke
Betta salute me when you see me, I'm one of the golds
Ya see the Louie Lamborghini, the leather is gross
I done ran through the baddest ones, handful of karason(?)
Now I'm on the go, peace to this Faracon
My cousin Lu still hit me with the ratchet
Ended up in japan sippin' Louie with Statik 
I'm a BO, Best Es my SS, fists fall in the back
Two of you fat, I got a cousin that's a criminal
You could ask the preacher, show 'im the same luv
When I see 'im every Easter
We all goin' to Heaven, if not, ya know it
Me? I walk through hell and shit'll start snowin'
I'm a general, y'all betta salute the kid
Time to show ya who the future is

(Hook x2) 
Aye, yo, it's my time, my time to shine
I'm comin' fo' the crown, my enemies in align
I'mma lay em down, cut the grass, the snakes glow
I'm comin' fo' the cream, the cash, the peso