[Intro: Lillo Brancato Jr. & Chazz Palminteri]
Is it better to be loved or feared?
That's a good question, it's nice to be both
But it's very difficult. But if I had my choice
I would rather be feared... Fear lasts longer than love
[Verse: Mosa]
I spit tales of my city, where everyone raps
And everyone goes claiming they packin' .50's
Or deuce deuces, true sh**, your a poor trooper
All of your rhymes are fake, plus your a sore loser
You can't handle the heat, the pressure, they feelin' my message
In other words you foldin' under pressure, I strive for competition
That n***a Swift don't understand competition, n***a, but it's okay
These n***as tellin' me "Yo Mosa, it's your day, it's your time
Little n***a spit your rhymes."
Gon' and keep your circle tight, keep your circle small
Even if these n***as admire you, don't f**s with them at all
Cause n***as will f** with you on your come, but when you come up
They f** your funds up, but that's just the everyday n***a born and raised
In the Sioux
And mothaf**a look me in my eyes and tell me who knew
A Siouxnami n***a would come up!