[Verse 1: Terrace Martin]

Doin' fifty on the shore, Range no tags

Punch pulled up, Kendrick in the back

A Da Bu$iness in that rag, Phantom on feet

And Problem in the diamond light pushin' that GT

Hood niggas with class, give respect where it's due

Came up with one boo and that was just to stay true

True to my music and everything that I do

Instead of practicing me you should focus on doin' you

So nigga fuck yo crew, what you wanna do?

Wack emcees never get no love I'm not enthused

And you can save all ya non-creative point of views

Cause me? I'mma produce and you just reducing ya crew

Now how I'm 'posed to work if I ain't gettin' paid?

Gotta call Terrace Martin if you can't call Dre

Now with that bein' said there is nothin' else to say

Was already understood, doesn't have to be explained

If it was never lost, how could it be saved?

I do this for my soul, I do this for LA

I do this for the love, man I do it for the game

And the memory of Miles Davis and John Coltrane

How could you blame them bastards, when they ain't have no raisin'?

They don't want no higher learning, they stick to the basics

And they don't wanna work for that white devil cause he racist

Neglected of knowledge, that's all they know, how could you blame 'em?

And I hate to say it but I had to as a man

We cooperated with 'em and fell victim to they plan

And after losin' Malcolm and Martin they scared to take a stand

If I call 'em pussy it's some bullshit, when will it end

So I don't really care 'bout who they say who is the best

All I know is that it shows within my music and my checks

I swear this is the best thing next to havin' sex

Geek smashed on niggas won't let my foot up off they necks, yep

[Verse 2: Problem]

Huh, strap it on me and let me solidify

And purposely intertwine, my positive thoughts apply in genocide

Compton communists are, shiftily, in peace

Whoever's in charge like Charles no sit-com

Beat him like a kick drum

Rip a hole from his lips to where the nigga shit from

Compton, Cali nigga!

It's all music, rule-less

Like a Ali fight, pushin' Al Green or Barry White

Boy this Cali life's amazin'

Palm trees, bomb weed and bitches

All my aprons and rubber gloves went cookin' in hell's kitchen

Bustin' shots that could crack back spleens

The lil rapper that could commercialize the backpack scene

Who sick? Boy, shit ... I'm vaccine on flight green

Paper planin' on the plane in first class, mad?

Because I'm on the bubble of success

Stressed over life, street still pokin' out my chest

Bitches love my confidence, I wear it like a vest

Sippin' Rosé Moët, drinkin' 'til I'm lost

Hustlin' everyday, bail away my thoughts

Anticipatin' the win but, ready for the loss

Got her livin' like a boss; Tony Danza, been bananas

Since the red rags of bustin' out a stanzas

Problem, answer, not one found!

Mayweather couldn't box me into one sound, he wouldn't last one round!

My songs' clever, my pen's better, than ever

A trendsetter with a vendetta...

Big bag of chips on my shoulder standin' tall like a soldier

Snakes in the grass I laugh dodgin' the cobras!

Scraped from the past, we amped wantin' the Kobra

"I'm far gone mommy," "Relax baby, it's over,"

Money pile coma, rovin' in the Range

Be it dope takin' its toll please have exact change, MOTHERFUCKER!!

[Interlude:]

Yeah, this is DJ Fuck Wack Emcees

Comin' to you straight off Crenshaw

That was Problem comin' straight outta Compton

Next up is A Da Bu$iness, South Central's finest

He cold yo...

[Verse 3: A Da Bu$iness]

Uh, salutations and greetings to all

Of my celestrial stars, gather 'round, get one out

We 'bout to witness the Big Dipper

Intergalactic astronomical avenue business man, finish him

Raining fatalities cause I'm like Vegeta said

Light 'em up make you feel like six million megawatts

My momma still wonder why I don't think straight

Run this shit like a relay, run that back like a replay

Come off the bench and will win and T balls like I'm Ebanks

Is ya swagga hand-me-down, where'd you get that shit off eBay?

Been bleedin' 'em since we was orderin' Jordans off of Eastbay

Bang (*gunshot*) that's what the heat say, in the game call me EA

Da billion dollar Bu$iness fuck the witness and the DA!

Let's raise aware-wolves, vampires, like the shit gets spookiest

Monsterous, zoo in the movie we call it the 'zoovie'...

Where they smart to come out he wearin' under that tool

From a cold winter degrees that's hotter than juvie

Ain't new to gangbangin' so all that gangsta shit don't move me

Fuck yo tats, know inside you's a bitch

And no matter how you dress we still sit through all of that shit

So fly I'm never taintin' you maggots still on my shit

I need a pooper scooper!

Little Mario don't care if you off a flower

No star I'll take ya princess for ransom I'm King Kooper nigga!

And this heat'll spit faster than a cheetah sprint

Dragonball, Super Saiyan on my Vegeta shit

A fact-avist and I ain't talkin' no civil rights and shit

Kickstand leanin' in Secret Sundays, with a ratchet bitch

I South Centralized the game with my hustlin' spirit

And Terrace Martin mastered me, so I know you hear it...

Da Bu$iness...

[Interlude:]

Put three fingers in the air

And say the word HiiIPower

Kendrick:

[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]

Five star general in a G ride

Got my seat back, chiefin' like a Seminole, no centerfold

But picture that, picture me, picture Terrace, picture P

Takin' shit from some nigga that shit right there sound dumb nigga

We gotta post stay in the street, take what we deserve and yeah I

Serve on any artist that's my word that y'all are targets

I'm retarded on the mic, Special Ed.,

And bitch I call you special when you give up special head

I gotta feelin' it's gon' be a lot of killings Kendrick

Cause when I spit a verse I bring a hearse to every sentence

And put it in reverse and try to decode it

They on my dick and deep-throat it

They don't know it but boy I am a henchman, for hire

I require wack emcees, tell 'em that I'm burnt like 'Swap Meet' DVDs

Tell 'em that I earnt my respect on what you didn't do!

Ain't nothin' difficult your admiration's pitiful! Shame on you twice

Life's a gamble so I'm comin' out the gate with tricked dice

7-11, 7-11, backed on that

It's been a long time comin' since I bodied a track

I'm back up in this bitch like the ass and pussy was fat

I put my city on the map like I represent a post

Comp-town soldier, welcome to Iraq

Be ready for combat, or die on your sofa

Brains on the plastic, yo stains on the cabinet

YUCK! And if I fell off goddamn I would prob'ly land in a deep thought

A nigga need Spam for the shit y'all brought

I go 'H•a•m' in the Brougham bank corners like I'm Moss, fuck!

Headed to the coroner

I'm one of ya your run is up my gun is TEC I'm comin' for the

Common sense of commentators that say I don't love enough well

Y'all some haters tie 'em up and kill 'em later I am such a

Horror-vator I am so messed up to be replyin' and

Whatever favors mine are sick and hold up player I is fighting

Any favors I invite in meaning lasers beaming off the

Sun until I have a son and see you later motherfucker...