Drop jewels infinite for the blind deaf an' dumb
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
Get reduced of their juice against the wall like small fries
I'm the reason why you're mad, I only sprained my wrist
You got hot beats an' kids that can spit mad fire?
Aiyyo, I've seen the toughest of tough guys, the roughest of guys
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
Aiyyo, popped out the beast, met The Ownerz with the lease
Every interstate, more youth with the inner hate
It stay the same from Brooklyn to Boston
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
Hungry W.O.L.V.E.S. that roll thick in packs
I do the one before a gun come out
Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Learned a whole lot up in these streets
An' don't flinch, don't move a inch, I'm 'bout to empty the gauge
Or when I tell relentless rappers they had better sing
Pullin' out tools on them fools who be flossin'
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
Extortion, only gettin' left with abortion
Plus y'all don't really wanna see Krumb dumb out
Rules are rules, fools are fools, I react logically
Poppin' shit about the chicks an' the whips you got
I knew the difference between gimmicky gangsters an' powerful people
I'm the reason why the game is flipped
I'm waitin' up the ave to see if anyone folds
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
I'm all wise, my mind exercise like handsprings
Deface property, they be laced properly
You's a lame, get out of here, put up or shut up
I repeat, this is not a question
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up
Like when to talk, when to spark, an' when not to speak
I've witnessed the bad shit, sickness an' sadness
Young bodies in the coffin more often
An' that's gangsta, but a lot of shit ain't
Like Tom Hanks, I earn long bank an' 'Cast you away'
Deep in the struggle, puttin' food on they dinner plate
The reason my mind frame is trained in this
You like gunfire? Better acquire the taste
I'm the reason why your aim is missed
Down with M.O.P. an' Bumpy, plus I just left Krumb
Always dreamed about what I would do, if I had shit
We gettin' love on y'all block
Like when I tell these corporate leeches they can't get a thing
Crazy degrees of difficulties
An' I'm gettin' at you cats
A ghetto doctrine to watch every pistol pop
But I'm back, ha, fresh outta the max
Oh, you brag about the ki's you flipped an' who you done up
Always talkin' 'bout your dough an' your wealth an' fame
Nigga, whattup? Put up or shut up
Locker room, at a prize fight before he hit the ring
Believe me, it ain't easy like you sleazy niggaz think
You's a liar, that's whack, put up or shut up
An' then while you watchin', examine all options
Stupid, you know it's time to sit an' think, before we hit the brink
An' pray on you cats with the gangstafied raps
You think you hot? Uh uh, man, you put up or shut up
Since I was twenty one years old an' legal
Please, you know my peoples want a lot, the corner's hot
The position that anyone holds could be up to grabs
Ain't no way, so come, make my day
Remain mackin' chicks, O.G. shit, the ten prix
'Coz youf walk aroun' with full pounds by dem waist
Soldifyin' contracts over dope beats
All rise, it's time to do the damn thing
This mic in my hand, I'm rulin'
Uneasy niggaz blink, when I step to the stage
