It Never Ends

Buckets like Gilligan Still I peep reptilians in the Filligan Blendin' in, my quintillion ton brain Got me revealing men Quintessential Queensbridge poet Back to the grill again Did songs with Chubb Rock to Chris Brown Switch styles Yet to see any heavyweight Make it to this round This that pure champion sound I wear the crizzown Raw, one take, I don't even need a mixdown Demure, not docile, volatile, I kick down Amphibians, reptiles who make that hiss sound They eyes change color Their pupils start to slit down When I take cover, and I let off a fifth round I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends Rest in peace to B.I., the shit never ends B.I.G. shit I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) The world's going crazy This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) Stop waiting for the hood to 'preciate ya Whoever gets love in the hood He's a freak of nature When I said I wasn't mainstream, lames scream What does he mean? Who does he think he is? His bank be hid, he hardly out He still as hard as he was when he started out We count 'em out, we count 'em in Amongst the real, never my crown in doubt So around my house with my wiz Lessons I got from my friends Do they love me for me or love me for them? I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s, the shit never ends The world's out war, the shit never ends Everybody packin' I got seven MAC-11s, about eight .38s Nine 9s, ten MAC-10s The shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) It never ends This shit never ends (Never ends, never ends) What will it take to end? Can't see me moving, I'm like the fastest I'm a 3D movie, no need of glasses They hate it before they hear it Clear that my perseverance Is somethin' they can't bear It's become apparently clear They fear me, I'm not dying or rather Put my ears to the blaring cop siren Am I here or in a hot dryer? Didn't hear all that pop-soundin' Fakespeare, pop rhymin' Niggas should stop lyin' Why in a whole year You still in the same spot trying To change, but you not risin'? When will somebody real tell him he not Nas-in' Cars, you just started drivin' I've been ridin', been made it You and your pretend stages I did this since windbreakers (Windbreakers)