"Ali" lyrics

Heatmakerz
Yeah
Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
Oh, rumble, young man, rumble
Fred the God, Phife Dawg with the punchlines
Arsonist, Nick Cannon on the drumline
Rest in peace, mommy
Rest in peace, mommy

In lovin' memory I blast, kid
Ali, yeah, there if you don't tell me where the cash is
I'm spittin' the ropes, no different approach
And those that don't get it is gon' get it the most
They ride in waves, I wave at 'em
New York beggin' me to eat the apple, let's say Adam
I pat 'em on the back, applaud they effort
L.A. Reid flow, I can show you epic
Can't do it for you, I can only prep it
They never give me credit, I use only debit, oh well
The street's hot, load the Colt, will cope
And play the block like the rope-a-dope (I'm a bad man)

Rumble, young man, rumble
Rumble, young man, rumble
After I tell you what I need off a bundle
Rumble, young man, rumble
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
After that butter dry, bring it to me
Rumble, young man, rumble
Rumble, young man, rumble

Fred the God, Phife Dawg with the punchlines
Arsonist, Nick Cannon on the drumline
Rest in peace to the greatest
Rest in peace to the greatest

I made it and I catered to the block
Flow never amountin' to the dough, but I'm a rock
Never sold my soul and I never took a deal
I ain't doin' this for show, I'm just tellin' you what's real
Told shorty I bring a touchin' ear
That work don't Tampa Bay, I don't buck an ear
Somethin' weird, gotta be a disconnect
Where they get it from? Maybe the internet
I did it for the street, you know, the intersect'
Not from a computer seat, but in the set, change gon' come
If not, I know that 'caine gon' come
Work, unload the coke, play the block, rope-a-dope (I'm a bad man), God

Rumble, young man, rumble
Rumble, young man, rumble
After I tell you what I need off a bundle
Rumble, young man, rumble
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee
After that butter dry, bring it to me
Rumble, young man, rumble
Rumble, young man, rumble