[Intro:] 

Put your fist up, swing around left-to-right 

I ain't talkin bout a show, this a mothafuckin' fight 

Fuck yo kicks up, put ya shoe through his eye 

If the nigga gets up, then you ain't do it right 



[Verse:] 

I rap like a nigga, you rhyme like a bitch 

Son's actin up, go find me a switch 

Got my mind in a ditch, keep ya eye on the kid 

Five nine, buck fo' five, grimy as shit 

I'm what's really hood in Brooklyn, and hella poppin out in Compton 

Call me FMak, a.k.a. Somebody Stop Him 

Got security stompin at every show I'm rockin 

Crowd response is "son, he kilt it" like a Scottsman 

A force to be beat, can't be done, knock you off ya feet 

King of the Hill, you live across the street from Dawson's Creek 

So make ya'self at home, Why?, cause you finna drop 

In a coffin with locks filled with four cinder blocks 

When my crew's in the house, we abusin' ya spouse 

She thought I was Paul Wall, I put my jewels in her mouth 

Move-em-in, Move-em-out, raw hide mothafucka 

Quick to the draw, if you ain't raw, Hide Mothafuckaaaa!! 



[scratches]