(Sen Dog). Don't let nobody treat me like crap. I'm pullin heads off sharp and smack em off francs. The best in these days I smoke on these tracks. Gonna mash your plan for holdin me back.
(*Yes y'all - cut and scratched*). . (B-Real). You're a lost soul rollin down the street. Hustlin, scramblin, money you eat. You wanna jack somebody, never look at me.
uh.uh... yeah.... These voices up in my head.... . All these voices up in my head. Makin me dread, when I sleep at night. Visons of people with evil intensions wanna fly my sight.
(Sen Dog). Hell nah, you can't handle a man of my superior strength. I've been rockin for years, now it's time to go to length. Bitin emcees in their tracks I stop em.