Hall Of Fame lyrics

Intro:
Uh, check it out
No doubt son
Flatbush nigga
Yes yes y`all
It`s that Hall Of Fame joint
This how we do it, tell em son

[Rampage]
Aiyo I pack more students, than whole Westberry
I`m legendary, I`m killin mad brothers at the ferry
I brings it all the time, I`m nice with mine
I be damn if I let the next nigga take mine
I`m like a 97 Blazer, I`mma phase ya
That`s word on my Goddaughter Salasia
I take it to the street, like the average doopy brother
I`m N.Y.P.D. like New York Undercover
Money`s bustin out my socks, from Flatbush to HeadCox
Flipmode iz my Squad, plus we got it on lock
When I roll up on ya set and bust two to your chest
I`mma show brothers thru ya bullet proof vest
I`m the blast master, just like KRS
Yo who wants to test the Boy Scout for real?
Yo i`m that rugged scout that a punch ya in ya grill
In ya grill, in ya grill, I`m in ya mothafuckin grill

Chorus 2X: Rampage
I refuse to lose, I pay dues up in this game
I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame
Rollin with my Squad that`s how I maintain
I should be awarded to be in the Hall Of Fame

[Rampage]
I run up in ya jurisdiction, make you catch the Holy Ghost
Worser than the worst Christian
I`m in this rap game now front save that bullshit
Cuz I`m not the one, I`m my moms last son
I fly you like Brisco, eat ya like Nabisco
I rock heads from St. Louis to San Francisco
I turns it out, Boy Scout is a warrior
I stomp thru ya crew, like Hurricane Gloria
Fuck the World Senate, I`m in it to win it
Lyrical Lieutenant, that`s my word and you can print it
Take it how ever you want it, yo I did it
This is dedicated to those who bullshitted