[Intro: Guilty Simpson (+ Sample)]

Yo

Mo'fucka

(One man)

I don't need a big mob of mothafuckas, I'm (one man)

Y'all can't fuck with us

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Yeah

(One man)

Yeah, (One man)

Yo, okay

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

This might be the last time

It might be the last rhyme

They might blast nines

They might hit me

They might get me

I might have that with me

I might get them with that fifty

They might frisk me

I might be clean

I might not be

Yeah that's iffy

'Cuz I might'a heard you drop

Someone called the cops

So that fifty

I might'a had's history

Might need whiskey

I might need Henny

I'm longer in the tooth

But I'm deadly as any

I'm mighty

Yeah, I heard you rappers don't like me

But, I bet a grand won't fight me

Yeah, I might black out, pull a Mac out

Clap out, Swiss cheese your lil' trap house flat out

Yeah, these rappers get too much hype

So I lash out and strike, with superhuman might

[Hook: Guilty Simpson (+ Sample)]

I'm (one man), yeah, I don't need a squad

Ask around, they say "He's a problem"

Just (one man) with the heart of ten

Bring 'em all, I'll spark 'em in, I'm

Just (one man) at a time

I'm checkin' your whole squad for gettin' out of line mothafucka

I'm (one man), that's me

And all I need to make 'em bleed and suffer

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

I gave Ode To The Ghetto, Stray Bullets

OJ, Random Axe and The Mission

Fuck that

Show me where the money at

All I care about is the hundred stacks

Fuck that

Yeah, a lot of y'all fake

So stay out my face

I don't trust, so I treat 'em all like snakes

I don't duck and tiptoe around the place

The foes buck, and turn you to a pile of steaks

Why I relate, similar backgrounds

You don't back down

You lay that Mac down

And milk cash cows

My whole file's at stake

I turn nothin' to a pile of papes

Somethin' for you fakes

Eyes full of hate

With a smile on your face

Claimin' that you helped the name, shut the fuck up

I'm self-contained, mothafucka

[Hook]

[Outro: Guilty Simpson]

That's that realness

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