[Intro: J-Dubb]

All this ego tripping ass muthafuckas, stepping up in a cool ass niggas face just tryna do his thang. Starting all that shit, get your cap peeled

[Verse 1: J-Dubb]

You know a nigga strapped from summertime to the winter

Lead splinters about to enter

Those who oppose from these black four 0s, the caliber

Don't matter, your whole chest cavity bout the shatter

Listen and pay attention, can't you hear this N9 double M clicking, you must be trippin'

Skanless ass niggas and these playa hatin' bitches

All mad at the Dubb stuff for tryna get riches

But then some wanna get some but can't get none

I'm strictly the best, puttin' em to the test

And you ain't got to step to this here, I'm makin' it clear

I'm keeping muthafuckin mark niggas in fear

Boy, I got raps for ya, stacks for ya, tracks for ya

You better get back, 'fore I kick this type of rhyme can't deal with

Some more real shit, nigga keep my hands on the trigger

[Chorus: J-Dubb]

This is for them niggas who start that shit

Who don't understand what they dealing with

This is for them bustas with they mark ass, scared the blast

This is for them niggas who start that shit

Who don't understand what they dealing with

And for them mark ass, scared the blast

[Verse 2: Spice 1]

Building up in an oldschool with a shiny chrome TEC out the window

It's the S-P-I-C-E with a fifth of gin, yak and indo

See, I'm ready to do some dirt, niggas be puttin' in work

I let my .45 slug get to fuckin up a nigga shirt

E-A-S-T-B-A-Y, gangsta ass nigga, hard to kill but I'm born to muthafuckin die

See, I eat up a nigga like some hungry piranha

Creeping up on niggas while they kickin' it with they bitch in the sauna

Yeah, you can't parlay when the funk is in your front yard

Cause a nigga like me'll you creep up and pull your hoe car

$hort Dogg got some bitches that'll leave your ass dusted and disgusted

Four hookers with some Mac-12's

Soma gangsta cocktails, dropping empty shells

Leaving your ass up in hell for your stack of mail

[Verse 3: Too $hort]

Well, is it Yukmouth or Numskull, Spice, I can't tell

Every time I see them Luniz, we cool as hell

And I ain't about to take no shit from a youngsta

So what makes you think $hort Dogg'll be a punk

For some brand new niggas just like you

I know you got your gat, well I do too

But what's it all about, is it Ted Bohannon

Get in where you fit in, look around you be standing in some shit

You got that rapping down but don't diss The Godfather from the Oakland Town

Cause I paved the way for you marks

Sold tapes on every turf , sold tapes in every park

When I was on foot, deep in East Oakland

Went from sherm to grimmys and still be smokin'

Indo from Oakland California, but $hort Dogg, baby, got five G's on it

Now tell me what it's all about

You get whipped like Chris, keep my name in your mouth

I know you feeling good about your rap

But TB and CH really ain't got your back

And Dru Down, I know you got whooped at the club

Talking that shit and can't back it up

I let you use my studio to make your album free

Then you turn around and wanna front on me

Well, this is for you nigga, you starting shit

You don't understand who you fuckin with

And this is for you bustas, you punk ass bitches

It's been fifteen years, you never do what I did

[Outro: Too $hort]

Nigga, that's right, East Oakland oldschool playa $hort Dogg

I've been in the muthafuckin house nigga, where was you, you new ass niggas

It's like I got five G's on this Lexus nigga, what you got

Biatch!!

And it don't stop to the beat, baby