You say you dope on the mic
But in the hood ya clowned
Aint no way to stand tall
when ya shook at bounds
And you'll make the headlines
Once you've took these rounds
When the niggas from the set
Come put you down
Its the lyrical assasin blastin killin actions
refillin gats at a million cats at close caption
droppin grenades for days with bitches and hos clashin
slashin smackin with stitches and holes patched in
since I was born then with smarts and a scorn sense
and they been like boy you crazy like Martin Lawrence
and on paper ya torn senseless for instance
burn ya fingertips unable to trace me with forensics
take off the door hinges start dumpin at opportunity
on some demolition shit I either roc or ruin things
