[Intro: Dom Pachino] Yeah, yeah, yeah I was gonna come through, right I was thinking like I come through and just like, headbu*t them Like with just a corner of my head, like boom Youknowhatimean, my n***as talking bout, like, nah, man, f** that They acting up, let's do this sh** old school Let's run up in they muthaf**ing cribs and sh** And put them f**ing heaters in they grill, n***a I was like ight, that might be the remedy, knowhatimean, uh-huh [Dom Pachino] Aiyo, he back trust me, split ya face like a dutchie He must be dusty, my beard scruffy, man, my chain husky I move weight like a huskie in the snow, yeah, trust me, trust me Yeah, jakes try and bust me, but I move swift and lovely Catch me where the pros and the thugs be Rocking rugbies, real hip hop, that's why them frill n***as love me, love me Man, I put words together like them bricks on the house You better eat what you put in your mouth You better live with what you talk, you better run with what you walk Man, I'm fly like a hawk, plus I watch like one The sh** that I'm writing, flashing your cash like lighting I see them devils they rocking them horns like a viking I'mma strike 'em with the force of a wrestler, best can come test touch But they better be your vest tucked, then they might have their best luck Before I have my n***as eat your food, digest ya, and sh** you out like stool Man, my fifteen year old daughter thinks I'm cool, plus the kids in the school Man, my sh**'s brand new You ever heard that saying, monkey see, monkey do But banana clips is spitting, man, monkeys, they laugh too Haha, haha, monkeys, they laugh too Banana clips is spitting them, monkeys, they laugh too [Interlude: Dom Pachino] Terrorist sh**, man, stamp it in your f**ing neck, n***a It's real hip hop, f** what you talking about, f** what you talking about Give it to them [Shyheim] I got guns in the safebox, a bullet's in the safe Big eighth and a razor on the plate, in my safe But ain't no crack in my safe, you want these stacks in my safe Try grabbing my safe, catch these fragments in your face I'm the type of n***a to wait for ya'll to walk up in my bank Then raise the APR, and I ain't talking bout long race But uh, pretty rifle snipe n***as from far away My aim so great, I can hit beer cans off case Don't play with my papes, I k** you on your birthday An early tuesday or thursday, when the police is thirsty Your man gave up the plans, with hopes to come work for me Ya'll suppose to take my bread, do me dirty, and murk me But I came home on my job, n***as calling me work release They good for a little while, now they calling me burglaries In the first degree, verbally I burn MC's third degree Just street smart for n***as, guess it's just the nerd in me I'm every hood kid hero, I'm honey glazed turkey and cheese So gutter with it, f** it, make it with government cheese And I sees more scratch than puppies with fleas Business around the globe, different languages to speak Chinese, Japanese, Portugese, muthaf**a