[Intro:]

Let me tell you my story...

[Verse 1: Jay Reaper]

What's up kids

You may know me as the craziest

The one with the amazin' flamin' gift

I'm Jay Reaper came to save this shit

Mr. I-Don't-Know-Who-Jay-Z-Is

The crew is Dope D.O.D. motherfucker

And now you know the name all this niggas start to suck up

I forgot your name cause I'm not listening

And I won't pop yo CD into my sound system

Cause I'm still broke as fuck

Now give me one good reason I shouldn't stick yo ass up

Thinkin' I'm famous I would give a fuck

They say in life its all about the lil' stuff nigga give it up

I been around the world seen a lot of pretty places

Big bootys and shitty faces

Masons handshaking

My blood on the paper cause I'm more than impatient

When I'm signing with satan

And I'm breakin'

Feelin' like them apemen I'm caged in

My shitty life's been a lil' frustrating

And I'm ageing

It's like the whole foundation of my fuckin' life caved in

But fuck it

I got a million ways to tell ya'll niggas "suck it"

Like more skills, more attitude and more power to bust it

You probably lookin' at Da Roach and actin' all disgusted

Guess what, I love it, fuckers

[Verse 2: Dopey Rotten]

You spending all your time on some random bitches

Watch me and my fam go from rags to riches

You wanna stay broke than that's your business

I roll with the giants fuck ya'll midgets

You're living a lie but still you won't admit it

I'm not in the mood everyone is gonna get it

I used to respect shit ya lost all credit

Now ya get disrespected and tested ya dumb prick

Watch the clock tick it goes to quick

Shit is serious no taking the piss

The team move slick and we stay so sick

You don't stack no bricks now you losing grip

You walk with a limp and a walking stick

Cause you fucked with a click and got brutally kicked

No life ain't a flick you played out like card tricks

Open up ya eyes and see reality bitch

[Verse 3: Skits Vicious]

I hear people say "nowadays he got real cocky"

"He's stuck in a cycle of tour, fame and money"

That's funny buddy ya think you know the facts now

Think again or drop by I'm still in the crackhouse

Still without heat and the occasional blackout

The ratmonkey's still in my yard he can't get out

I pull the hash out and think for a minute

But that ain't enough if ya livin' with a time limit

Da clocks tickin' I'm still spittin' real hip hop

I fall down daily but learned how to get up

I roll with the Reaper, Diggles and Rotten

Chu, P, Mulz and a handfull a blood kin

Backstabbin' trash ends up in a dustgin

Or under the dark dirt slowly forgotten

So watch what you wish for and try understand it

The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted

[Chorus:]

Yeah, try to understand it

The way I grew up I don't take shit for granted

Ya betta, try to understand it

The way we grew up we don't take shit for granted

Dope D.O.D. 2012 and beyond!

Until the next time the world ends, peace