Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
'Cuz nobody's safe in the fast pace of the rap race
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring
The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking
For punks trying to get respect and yearning
Get off that, thinking that you're all that real quick
I'm serious, boy but not Jermaine Jackson
Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose
'Swiss Miff' crazy, the boy's loco
I ain't going out on some bullshit
Like Neon Deion Sanders, call him prime time
Mess around and catch a bad one from Erick Sermon
The underground rapper who's wrecking
Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
I also have a 12 gauge shotgun for action
Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked
'Cuz loose lips sink ships, don't need a ship to catch a nine clip
'Joys of Funk' produce a song to make my fans sing
I must stay focus and keep my mind open
Singing, swinging, hum along, thump my rap song
I pack a Smith & Wesson on my right section
Nine mills to gap, for a punk, suck new jack
(It's the new style)
Bank shot, corner pocket, now watch me rock it
Like the Rude Boys said
John Doe, 'k, it's a slow flow
Now I'm out, beaming back to the Boondocks
Aim for the dome, show 'em that I'm real hardcore
Poof, no phone booth, cape or tight suit
Can't mock the rap style so, boy, stop it
“It's written all over your face, punk, nobody's safe”
Time to get mine
(So, what's the name?)
I bet I get wreck on a DL, then the P's gone
So keep your hoodies on and your boots laced
I'm strapped at all time, Jack
To hide the mock bird, word wit the pistol grip
Squeeze 'em quick, show who's crossing wit the loose lip
So chill, back the hell up and get a grip
