Lyrics 1995 - Jadakiss , Porsche Nine

Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Precision with pencils, pads, pistols and prolly Pimpin'
Petitions to punish weak positions I'm so prolific
Practice to perfection when I pick and pack the protection
Prada's on my pupils I see through a purer perspective
Moma raised a hell razor that's how I survived
Coming from the city where skinny niggas die
If I'm witcha I'm witcha, I say I gotcha then I gotcha
I pop 'em no problem, I'll go to bat for you like Gotham
You spot 'em I drop 'em
Fuck a opp and adversary
To you scandalous bitches I put the Mack in Mackavelli
Dear Lord do you feel me
I was living stress, until I got that Mack Gang all upon my chest
Got the heart of Assata Shakur and cadence of Pac
I heard that Brenda had a baby and she labeled him Brock
Now everybody claim they Mackin' you copied my style
That hatin' shit couldn't stop me I took it smiled
And lord I tried been a witness to homicide
That 9th ward made me certified bonafied
And all I want is to be major paid with game sharper than a mutha fuckin' razor blade
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G look
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G

Still I see no changes
Wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Should I kill a crooked cop cuz I'm Black myself
And I know most of 'em pussy
I done told ya before I might be killer so don't push me
My adversaries cry like hoes, fully eradicate my flows
Big Mack on deeze hoes E
Very other city we go 4sho
Baby I love the way you flaunt it
Me and Ruff throwing gangsta parties we America's Most Wanted
My nigga I pour a drink to take the pain out
Me and my girlfriend plotting to knock ya brains out
And if I did die young who cares
No love for my daddy 'cause the coward wasn't there
Dear Moma don't cry, you always was black queen moma
When I was serving crack fiends moma
On the back streets moma
I heard Hail Mary scream moma
When the enemies harassed me moma
Niggas can't see me
With bifocals or binoculars focused
You do better closing your eyes and tryna picture me rolling
Nigga chest got swole but he ain't bout that life
He claimed to be a player but I fucked his wife
Handle my business on these blood suckers
With a blucka blucka that choppa bust like Khadafi
That charger a mutha fucka
AR from Moscow like a running back it's Russian
The clips like drum sticks
Rattta tat ta tat the percussion
Entire game is corrupted, listen but I don't trust it
My attitude is fuck it, MFs love it
Hope there's a heaven for a Mack
Your enemies my enemy
Niggas ain't never had a friend like that
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Bitch I feel like Pac back in 1995
In this white man's world I go against all odds
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Fuck it bury me a G
All eyes on me
Got ambitions of a rider
All eyes on me
It's just me against the world
Fuck it bury me a G
Fuck it bury me a G