[Verse 1: STS]

Okay rap game shady, these words are dirty 380

Blasting out the window, we're skirting in the Mercedes

Either smell the roses or you pussy's push daisies

Bitches call me sugar when they should've called me crazy

Enough to drop jewels, when fools copping fugazi

Born in a b-boy stance, back in the 80's

We demanded more but motherfuckers was lazy

Brought it to your door but mother fuckers was Swayze

And that ain't how they made me, my niggas would've [K'd??] me

Nice with the pen so the sword don't phase me

Gentleman of leisure and development; appraise me

Shit is a fiasco but hip hop saved me

Hip hop pays me; now that I got your attention

Strong arm rapping all I needed was the henchman

Bear with me only gets worse if I ain't mention

Bury niggas under the earth is my intention

[Verse 2: STS]

All the heroes, all the villains where we from partner

This ain't no howdy-doody honky ass Buck Rogers

The Pun stated "ain't no wins in mi casa"

I protect home mother fucking Mike Piazza

Leader of the rasta, read it like a roster

Made them kiss the ring, yes I'm greeted like a mobster

Props to the purist in this hip hop biz

It's a cold amongst niggas that grew up on Big

Got drunk off Pac, wish that Big L got

A chance to really get his shine on before he got shot

This is Dungeon Family bumping up and down my block

Talking Big Rube interludes, Cool and the Witch Doc

Those are the tic-tocs I never forget

Sucker emcees, kick rocks and [?]

Tozz, Oz, Kansas; no motto

Got my dog with me ain't no mother fucking Toto

Too bad bitches, that's the mother fucking logo

Bust a rappers ass ain't no mother fucking homo

Bring the beat back this the mother fucking promo

Love hitting trees I ain't Sonny fucking Bono

And I don't care what Bo Know, I go where the flow go

It got me overseas shopping at Bel Air [Soto]

Or [Sotu] however you would say it

Pocket full of Euro be the way a nigga play it

Pocket full of stones if I gotta UGK it

Watch sunshine, mother fucker UV-ray it

Gold rush three see we fucking dedicated

Chronic in the air got a nigga medicated

Murder is the mission this is premeditated

Rolling up another getting re-elevated

Bear with me, it only gets worse; it's been stated

I'mma keep rapping 'till my vocals get faded

Or niggas get jaded

Move to the hills, try and settle down

Find a brand new thrill

Finally reach a point where niggas' shits getting real

Don't want to reach a point where niggas' shit looking ill