Aiyo the staircase (*##$es get $#&@ed
Dutch guts cover the floor, some black marks cover the wall

Two Forty Warrior brawl, Who You the warrior's call
They waitin' for the day the Warriors fall
$#&@ you all, the King won't rise from the throne

You peasents in the background tryin' to throw stones
Son I send my grey knights to pick out grave sites
Double-barrel at ya show, fake ^!$$% caught stage fright

Kidna like a cage fight, shake it up, spray like Sprite
You never been a thug a day in ya life
You rap timid, act like you afraid of the mic

I come from the street, corners and buildings, play them at night
So I'm used to makin' split decisions
In front of the judge, I'm a plead the fifth amendment

My lawyer's great, next best thing to Cochrane
I pop men, plus I'm mad nice in boxin'



It's the year of the Two 4 and I declare war
That's what we here for, we here for



Aiyo ask me how badly I need it

Badly enough to leave yo badly bleedin'
I leave you !@$)s wheezin' with a hole in ya chest
Put ya head underwater, you could try holdin' ya breath

Profes, yea I'm back in the flesh
And we really pop guns, y'all just act on the set
Remember son, this is real life, you rap to a T.V. track

I'm rated R, they probably P.G. that

I'm beefin' for every fan out there that's unsatisfied

Everything ain't the %#@!, son, like it's advertised
Don't believe everything you read in them magazines
Most mics be given to ^!$$%z who be havin' CREAM

Mean that everything is a pay off, even D.J. spins
Like they're scared to let the P.J.'s in
I'm a bust down the door if it takes my life to do it

Then so be it, we got problems, I'm part of the solution





Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo

If you my peoples then stand up
Sentiment too evil to a snitch if I'm handcuffed
What? Oh, I'm what hip-hop's missin'

My proof is my music, all you gotta do is stop, listen, kid
Can you hear that? It's the sound of The Great
Out of state in Seattle with the Mariners plates

When L.I.S. had the Marilyn gate
I used to sit, Carolyn carryin' cake to Larry and bake
I'm $#&@in' the city, might as well marry the state

Fes Taylor got a soft spot for fatties and waists
Yo it's serious, I ain't the best period, name who is
My ^!$$%z gon' change the biz, my ^!$$%z gon' raid ya fridge

We ain't eatin' right, act like we ain't got a place to live
If I'm broke then, how I'm gon' raise my kid?
I grind hard, so he don't go the way I did