[Verse 1: Dogmatic & Strike]

This is a bomb scare, fires on your hair

Terrorists live here but I don't care

I'm making potholes when I stomp, so don't stare

I stop to stomp competiton with both [?]

How dare? Little soldier at ease

We shake down these streets like Parkinson's Disease

We parking the road trees plus load the weapons

Everything from six shooters, to high Tech ones

If a green beams things to my suggestion

Burn a big whole in your belly like indigestion

With one question, who the fuck is Dogmatic?

An underground nigga but this nigga's above average

It's serious! Who can understand what I'm saying?

Yo Slim tell them niggas (We ain't playing!)

It's like you open a can of worms or smoked gans

I got bloody hands and burners that make you dance!

[Chorus: Dogmatic]

This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

[Verse 2: Strike]

Yo I'm Serious as they speak about

With a bulletproof vest and two nines out, I run up in The White House

You wanna beef?

You gon' see niggas jumping out of Lincoln like the cartel on your street

Pop the trunk, pull out the flamethrower

Burn you down and run over your face with the lawnmower

I run with cats like Sadam and Osama

And they're a fact, who fucking with these suicidal bombers?

Mountain Climbaz love seeing blood shed

With a twelve gauge strapped on me like it's my third leg

Born assassin, don't make this a closed casket

One shot got your crew walking all backwards

Dirty like muddy shoes

Ask the last victim who got found face-down floating down in a bloody pool

Even police get hit with the .45

And after this song I'm worth more dead than alive

[Chorus: Dogmatic]

This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

[Verse 3: Proof]

Non-vindictive, like Kim Lipstick and get a nose bleed

My blow speed is like my hands working ten stick shifts

Captain asked to stick a finger in the barrel of a Mac 10

Snatching the driver out the black Benz

Smashing his contact lens, my life start when his contract ends

"Go kiss-and-tell and contact Kim!"

Let's be factually, actually y'all ain't after me

I'm up early with Regis, y'all beef is without the Kathy Lee

Turned up my battery and go to war happily

How you gon' call my bluff when you scared to send a fax to me?

My factulty gun's drawn, one wrong move dudey!

And it's too [?] turn your body into a gangster movie

For not being real, scared to pop with the steel

I got skeletons in my house, every closet is filled

Now how does it feel with this Baretta to ya dome?

And to know that ya mom's know that you was never coming home?

[Chorus: Dogmatic]

This shit is serious! Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! We'll put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and stuff in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)

Niggas rolling up in trucks

[?] cocked back, nothing left to discuss

It's serious! Don't put your body in our trunk

Wrapped up and slumped in a pair cuffs (This shit is serious!)