featuring Rasco
Verse 1:
Yo I tell you niggas what
You better stay home and lay your ass in the cut
I'm goin for heads
Lay you for dead
Foldin emcees like bedspread
And you ain't had this much milk since you was breastfed
Galleons on courts
For sports I bust bubbles on the double
Destroyin these fools who wanna give me trouble
Ball with stuffle
Six feet women be lovin it
Brothers be thinkin o' stickin but I be shovin it
Ready, unload with fat tracks from lootkids
Doin my thang since 16 in '86
Hey yo, sayin that the West ain't it
Nigga I'll smack you in your mouth for that shit
Let me show you what I claim
I'm doin my thang
But everybody out in Cali don't gangbang
You better open up them mics
And get out my face
Give me some space
Better break out them old Nikes
You better run for the crib
Cause run in your jigs
I'll send you home with a broke back and cracked whig
Microphone's in control
So ready explode
Motherfuckers need to punch up the flexcode
Verse 2:
Heaven forbid
I rip kids, get they face blown
Bring 'em in packs, and I can rip 'em by the caseload
Ready explode
On contact for that contract
Flash these lyrics and ready for mic-combat
Who wanna step to get a rep
Playin double jet
Me and my man be on these tracks at the inner sect
Mass confuse
Hit your fellas off with bad news (tell 'em what?)
Tell 'em you tried but I just blew you out your damn shoes
Here's this mic, you can praise it if you need to
Should've been there when your brother really needed you
