(verse 1) Mista CP
The toughest in the rap game, getting lyrically clapped mayne...
By the little n***a from the midwest with the swoll chest
Never scared to let the mini mack bang
You know his sack hangs (heavy) it's causing back pain
If you got a bigger pair put your hands in the air
We can go toe to toe for the sack fame
You know I gotta be an oddity
I'm breakin n***as off they way too soft
I'm just a prodigy they callin me
n***a when I get it Imma be the only one
I bust like a gun when I cuss from the tongue
T-Town where they get beat down from the seat down
That's where I'm from
Whack a** rappers need not apply... and I'm Like...
Feelin like a million but who am I... and I'm like...
MCP n***a I'm a G, never met anotha motha f**a like me
I get em when I hit em with a little bit of rhythm
But you never heard anotha n***a bust like me
No security needed never drunk and never weeded
Just a little bit conceited
Cause I seen I'm the meanest breathin
I'm so cold with it, mo dough fitted
Traveled the world and yo flow mo did it
The industry ain't a friend to me
I delivered the beat but they was slow-mo with it
(hook) Mista CP & BG Bulletwound:
No security needed...
Hell nah we don't need it
Hell nah we don't need it
Hell nah we don't need it
No security needed...
Hell nah we don't need it
Hell nah we don't need it
Hell nah we don't need it
No security needed never drunk and never weeded
No security needed never drunk and never weeded now
No security needed never drunk and never weeded
No security needed never drunk and never weeded now
(verse 2) BG Bulletwound