[Verse 1: Sic Havoc]
It's a lockdown, drowned out, bout to head to town now
Working on my jumps, and Imma bout to go bounce round
Not telling jokes, I ain't no clown
Just tell me if you're down then I'll turn up the sound
Banana clip, as a Crip, rip it up, throw it up, shooting fools like freaking doves
That's why I'm in the club, son
[Verse 2: Sic Havoc]
Shooting hoops and balling, taking command of the court acting like Stalin
Staring in my own game of 1-on-1, street ball is where my heart is
Pa** it to him gun-and run, catching on fire, the flame is lit
And that's it