Look at where you at look look at where you're going
Listen to the rhyme check the way I'm flowing
Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
Because respect means more than any bullshit check
I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that's on me
Can't disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality
See I've been down from the start to tear a sucker apart
Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you've got heart
And we can go rounds you low-down duck
Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks
You little mark yo you didn't expect it
Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit
And ain't that 'bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that's my
Origin fuck around and now you'll never snore again
Slept like a baby thinking you were all that
Your'e all wack player now look at where you at
Look at where you at
Stop and just listen 'cause ain't no time for riffing
Just scoping and hoping I'll get open like a gift when
Everybody's watching M.C.s beging jocking
Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton
But look at where I'm at now I'm ripping up the track
Got my mind on a mission now there ain't no turning back
Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path
Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh
Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble
But you still put me on so now I try to be humble
Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part
Now it's Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart
Still I depart from the past last night went fast
Pete Miser is what I'm known as so now I watch my own ass
Want to be all that without holding a strap
Money grip don't trip just look at where you
