(feat. Inspectah Deck)



[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

Yeah (yeah), beast mode niggas (Shaolin! What up)

Undadogz rockin' the set (Undadogz holdin' it down)

SWAT style (What's good?)

Jumpin' out of mothafuckin' helicopters and all that (Yeah, RC waddup)

Takin' over the fortress kid (Let's go)

Cause right now (Right now)



[Inspectah Deck:]

Right now the drama begin

We gettin' low like John and the twins

For the dollars and cents

Top ten in the ranking, taking shots of the Henn

Flyin' his kite, for live niggas locked in the pen

And my name reign king, not worthy of fools

Your life is a fraud, just like your jersey and jewels

No mercy for you, it get dirty and cruel

At the table where the great sit hearding your food

Now, stop the bank, watch the hand throw flames

Niggas jail cause your man hold game like 'no thanks'

Sold 'caine for a living, never say no names

Got head before I bang those dames, ya'll chasin'

Legend like Curtis Mayfield in the field

With the hands of a carshop, dealin' the reel

All my warriors, feel what I feel

It's poppin' not from champagne, but from the peelin' of steel

In the city, see these been big wheels

Overtime on the graveyard shift, just to get this meal

When your livin' it, it get this real

Got niggas in my grill, over mami with the six-inch heels

Got the pigs talkin' business deals

They might as well lock me up now cause the kid don't squeal

I'm bound by my honor, be out 'round mañana

On the flight down to Guyana

Swimmin' with the big fish, my world's surrounded by piranhas

That's why I keep a out of town casa, battle ground mobster

Don't eat shrimp or scungili

Made man playin' my hand, the slums feel me

Some hate me, they wanna wear my kicks

Cause i'm rugged like where I live

S.I.N.Y. enterprise, hit the square five six

Better duck when we air our clips, now move

This is what it's come down to, ground rule at the X-Games

Skatin' to this like "Wow, Dude"

Rumble in the jungle, there'll be no round two

It's the UD's doggie, let my blood hounds through

I'm from where they smile with a razor in cheek

Ruff Rydin', like Styles, Jada, and Sheek

Son beware, if they label you weak

It'll be the nigga turn fifteen, that'll lay you to sleep

Playin' for keeps, the streets get iller with time

On the low life, with kingdom for shine, it's real

So I keep a nine mill'a on mine

For the dogs, the wolves, the apes, the gorillas, and lions