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