The Jig Is Up

(Big Shug)
 Yeah the motherfucking jig is up, niggah
 Ha ha, I'm coming to get you fake-ass niggas
 Word is bond.
 It'll take more than what you got, to foil my plot
 I be rocking you and socking you like killer robots,
 I'm too hot
 But I refuse to cool down
 'Till they rest my black ass
 Beneath the ground, I get down
 For my underground sound
 Pushing lyrical weight niggah, by the pound, for real
 I'm bringing sight to the visually impaired
 Cause what you see in rap, ain't always too clear
 (Yeah Y'all)
 Ice-grill stares for those who create fantasies
 Couldn't bust a grape, fighting you or fighting me
 Hip-hop today is like a big magic show
 One magician, and a whole bunch of shining' hoe's
 I'm trying to grow like my dick in the morning
 It's a new day – matter fact a new fucking dawning
 While you stretching and yawning, from your sleep
 Shug done turned this whole shit back to the streets
 Pumping the beat, when I was starving to eat
 Now I push the ford truck
 To extort the weak
 Thought you broke away clean, I caught you
 Now it's up to me to completely end you, for real
 You hear shots, I bring shots
 You smoke a lot of pot, and still spit weed talk, pussy
 In '99 you get stepped to
 Fuck your silly weak crew
 And your mugged up boo, for real
 No more faking jacks, or faking jills
 We know all about those manufactured skills
 Even chickens is spitting harder
 Who's your ghost writer miss, Sean Carter?
 Once again it's the militiaman stepping to Brooklyn
 Coming straight out of Murder Pan
 While I'm shitting on you spitting up
 Letting you silly faggots know, the jig is up