Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
life's no joke, I done played dice with Tote Upstate for cakes, niggas slice your throat We had boxers in the shower, when you gaurd your soap I done
then sentence you to shots in the face got some low key killers creep low to your place to haters looking this how your life get tooken Its the same
no Nigga betta do the opposite of slo mo Tech N9ne nigga Put the X in your mind nigga Get your roll on Get your home on Killa valley affect ya
too Even if you mastered what? I'ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies And I bang with the true thugs Cheddar what with my crew what?
, chairs, whatever I get my hands on You can bet your bottom dollar they get some If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump I bet you changin' your
say that "You deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open" I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin' out with
whiskey My guns snap, crackle, and pop, like Rice Krispies [Chorus] X2 [Verse 3] I flex for your entire set Rhyming in different dialects, fire TECs Aim where your
's the jump off right now I want everybody to put your work down, put your guns down An' report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your
like Ramada now, holy like Ramadan, a momma's smile/ Capo, my nigga what/ Nigga execution always my guns is crippin 'cause, P.B.D. posse/ I roll with
with 6 figures, you slick niggas Betta have extra clips if you try and stick with us I'm a monster on this mic, official Made Men savvy Draped with rabbit
it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon gon' see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me
[Tupac Shakur] Get on your knees nigga Get on your knees and pray, haha (*scratching*) [Ja Rule from +Loose Change+] Em you claim your mother's a crackhead
thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta till I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug kept shit appealin' Willin' to stick
with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon will see You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You
for the filler But this ya mic, stop foggin' up my glasses Guns for fun, but son I hit you like a jealous Bang leather hanger so get the penis Sorry for ya stitches, your
say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with
white folks be comin' round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) You know them lil' boys got guns round here (Juvenile) Stick and move (Baby) Man they just had a murder round here (Juvenile) Stick