I’d shoot up the precinct and take off a head//

But I fear my destiny/// bcuz I see bloodshed/

Nuff said// much lead/ stuck up in the chamber//

much love to those that helped me through my life of danger//

come to grips w/ the ****// the lord aint our saviour/

aint pullin no favors/ so you on ya own playa//

just like my lifestyle// …My rhymes get hostil/

I can write ya ****// but you know its gunna cost you//

Gimme cash or flour but you don’t pay me by the hour/

Your raps wont last/ they bound to crash like the twin towers/

Make hits you relate to/ confident and deadly battles/

But money’s so shallow / so I talk about life/

theres a warning on my the **** cuz whats real what I write//

been on a paperchase/// since I started this fight/

just a hardheaded mutha****a never say ya right//

some goin hate me outta spite /others love that im tight//

and when they reading my **** cant help but sit and bite/

but outta 25 posts// I aint even gave a slice/

you don’t know me for **** and if ya do you’ll think twice//

crazy enough to grab that gun n come get u tonight/

and the radio wont play my hits / if I paid em what they liked/

cuz its “too ****in crazy man// you’d never know you were white////

maybe if you can chop out some swears// and quit talking bout the pipe//

fiends, bitches money/ and try to be polite”//

said ‘man you know my life,, really what else is there?//

I can extort and make paper sedate and take ya lil sister’//

…..“But you spit bad ass raps don’t let nobody kid ya”///

--DOGG