(feat. The Dynamic)



Some of you niggaz owe me an apology

Talking extra large shit

Still knowing that your skills is smaller than Nanotechnology

Don't you know your camp be smaller than ant colony

When I say don't challenge me

That's reverse psychology

Ever since 8 Mile battles fascinate America

Free a pay style

Crooked'll assassinate your character

This man will straight embarrass ya

Then when I'm sick of your aryan ass

Pull out the mac and evacuate the area

You ain't got skills

I'm surprised you got deals

I been in princess cuts, sluts and hot wheels

Your wack ass is not real

Don't make me act a "Jackass" like Johnny Knoxville

When I cock steel

I waste rap has-beens

Leave you in a trash bin

Asshole naked with your face mask bashed in

Your hoe wants me

I takes that ass then

She gave me face and said it tastes like lamb skin

Labels tell me "Come blow us up"

Since I left from Death Row they wanna know whats up

Some of 'em got they own agenda, wanna slow us up

This one's for all of my niggaz, they wanna know whats what

Got my own organization, we 20 men deep

Dynasty slappin your face, nigga

My city been sleep, my semi sent heat

If niggaz dont act like they 5 pairs of legs and give me ten feet