Dolla Lyrics - Singles - Fort Minor

[Mike:] 

Yeah, like that Y'all 

Uh huh, whoo, like that 

Fort Minor, S.O.B. 

Yeah, like this, listen 

Attention please, I only need a second 

To make a mental impression directly on any record so 

Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's 

Ladies and gentlemen I'm sending you bending 

Pretending the pen is a needle, I'm injecting the venom 

And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me 

I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry 

I'm back with fury, attack quickly 

Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man 

You never knew the flow was sick as this 

Bitch, listen when I'm letting you know 

Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got 

Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not 

So when that mixtape's done and that album drops 

Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked, believe it 

[Ryu:] 

You still breathing? I'm cocking and squeezing 

Tucked still? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it 

Broad days sitting sideways, stuffed in a small cave 

For three fucking weeks 'til you reek like dog waste 

Ugh, really, I put a punk in his place 

Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face 

Got something to say? Please, better keep it a secret 

The streets got hideous ways of handling beef, bitch 

So eat shit, hate it or love it, the underdogs on top 

Getting faded telling people to suck it 

Bucking 'em down for real while you fucking around 

I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills 

So how does it feel? You lames want to claim my throne 

You got a better chance getting Danny Hayes on the phone 

Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy 

Sneaking heat up in the club like a flask of whisky 

[Tak:] 

Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in 

You got a nice watch but your raps are useless 

You better cut the crap 'fore i snap some nooses 

And leave you all snoozing' on some afternoon shit 

I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun 

Just to spit bleach in his face 

It's lunchtime punk, open the face 

Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth 

Catch me at the show rockin' in that tipsy mode 

Like Angels and Demons unlocking DaVinci's Code 

One drop in the cannister, people split the globe 

Blowing every planet to shit once I hit the road 

You in the tight bitch, cut you with apathy 

I'm on the night shift see I hustle like cassidy 

So kick that shit sound and let the west coast see 

One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B.