Rasta Imposter - LL Cool J

Intro: 
What you got to do with it? What the fuck you talkin about? 
What the fuck you got to do with it? You stupid nigga? You stupid? 
Did you see that video  nigga? Fuck wrong with you? Like you don't  
you don't know what you go to do with it. Like your fuckin insane or 
something. (You fuckin wack ass nigga) 
(laughing in background) 
[Verse One] 
Y'all faggots is weak  y'all starstruck niggas think shit is sweet 
That busy signal bullshit is dead up in the street 
Heard that garbage dough jam, made me reminisce 
On when heard your man's wack shit and went to take up his 
Jealous faggot man cause I'm richer than y'all 
When I load my desertees, I'm picturin y'all 
On the streets of Queens where I was raised and born, hardcore 
And stood on every corner like a liquor store 
Clips full of hollowtips, follow loose lips 
Aimin at your clique and make em cough up my chips 
Bitch, ya niggas wanna see if I'm ill? 
Wanna see how many rappers can be killed, how much blood can spill? 
When I inject this lyrical drill, if I can't do it, the dumb-dumbs 
will 
Tell that nigga to tell his man to tell that nigga 
I send the wolves to kill that nigga 
If you wanna know why, its cause I'm still that nigga 
Michael Jordan of all this rap shit, pullin the trigger 
What the fuck? You on a mission to self-destruct 
And have the nerve to let the chickenhead model cluck 
Your swervin nigga, better follow the white lines 
Your up on the sidewalk, off course, read the sign 
I'm so ill, y'all niggas is so wack 
Your whole crew is such, y'all lack the hard impact 
Far as your man go, I got young niggas that wanna get him 
Treat him like a Philly, wet'im and split'im 
Chorus 
L.L. don't lose nig