Worldwide - Deadly Venoms

This is worldwide, taking it

And now to the east side, taking it

And now to the west side, straight rocking

Rocking, rocking.

and it ain’t no stopping

All my bitches so vicious, inticipating on they riches

We ain’t digging no ditches, or burning bridges, we just live it

Making major moves on a major label

Turn on your cable, all across the board, we steady stable

Keeping it hot, we running city to city, getting pretty

And even making it with mics of pity

You know that, so many people tried to stop us in our tracks

But we ain’t falling for that, we only dealing with facts

So come correct, you like fat checks

And know that we ain’t new jacks, just struggling bets

Nahmean, been on the scene since '86

So that bullshit you pulling on us, is old tricks

Just to let you know, so you stop looking stupid

It ain’t about how you rip the mic, it’s how they looped it

We international, we crashing you, bashing you

Worldwide, let' 'em know, Boo

Aiyo, chill let me rep that, and get it straight

The trash you be talking it can never hold the weight

Don’t hesitate, just step aside, let it ride

We can battle til the death and let our souls coincide

It’s so many chicks out there, that like to clone

Without the backbone, ya’ll could never hold the throne

Cuz bitches love to study my style, when they alone

And that’s the one, don’t get caught up in the zone

So put down the dick, pick up the pen and write

And you might get respect, at the end of the night

We on our second deal while ya chicks is unsigned hype

Five mics up in The Source, cuz our album is tight

From North Carolina, to record labels saying dang I wanna sign her

Get that CD, rewind her

She the chick that made dudes wine and dine her

I think she roll deep, nah, I ain’t trying her

She done had too many Heine’s, never mind her

N-Tyce done left with a dude, somebody find her

Matter fact, Russ', you need to roll behind her

First class, is the only way we flying, huh

You got little kids in school straight admiring her

CD’s selling out, these folks buying her

She so sneaky, you need to keep an eye on her

Matter fact, send Artie to go and spy on her

She ain’t cheat on a man, they trying to wild her

Ya’ll don’t wanna go, uh, line for line on her

Storm know she write quick, he even time her

Brendon Wine’s baby girl, no denying her

Aiyo, I love this world, it’s filled with hate

Still holding weight, walk the crooked nine with a dog

Wait, can’t knock my hustle, can’t stop my pain

Don’t stop the struggle, it’s never too late

Take it from the Champ, been there, done it, my friend

But you fucked up in the end, and you ain’t gonna win

What you gonna do, you ain’t even got a clue

What’s my next move?

Figure it out, I’m at school

Rap the train dudes, Boo-Boo got the real juice

Must be down on that loose, love the dirty word

Love to see a nigga hurt, feed it

Cuz they be dreaming not to see 'em scheeming

He fucked the devil, it’s hella block up on my level