(feat. O-Dash) 



[Intro:] 

Yeah 

Hear that shit? 

Yo! 

Ready to let you know 

It's your boy O-Dash man 

You know what I'm saying? 

Y'all motherfuckers better stop sleeping out here (Naw, don't do that) 

You better wake the fuck up for real 

Open your eyelids 

Nicholay(sp?) 



[Verse 1:] 

It's the League's Tracy McGrady 

Faggots gonna hate me (huh) 

Putting up MVP numbers 

Spitting 12 months this summer 

Eliminate 

And watch cowards immitate how I demonstrate how words supposed to penitrate 

Punks mad at O 'cause they can't get a date 

Nigga wait 

Give me a second to get it straight 

Haters see me in pub, want my shit 

See my rasta bitch-es and want my dick 

That's a homo 

That's why I don't deal with them no more 

Bunch of Doctor Evils trying to steal a nigga mojo 

Wanna say he got dough(uh huh) 

Say he got flow 

By the fifteenth I'm like 'Yo, where your dough go?' 

A si, A si 

In other words, you're so-so 

Hate O for moving blocks of cocoa for dough, no? 

Fast breaking a drop, fuck a T-O 

Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt 

D's League got the components to be disected 

Game over turn your style so ecleptic 

Coming through beneath radars, undetected 

20 bars of perfection to pay respected, nigga!