[intro: j-dubb]
All this ego tripping ass muthafuckas, stepping up in a cool ass niggas face just tryna do his thang. starting all that shit, get your cap peeled
[verse 1: j-dubb]
You know a nigga strapped from summertime to the winter
Lead splinters about to enter
Those who oppose from these black four 0s, the caliber
Don't matter, your whole chest cavity bout the shatter
Listen and pay attention, can't you hear this n9 double m clicking, you must be trippin'
Skanless ass niggas and these playa hatin' bitches
All mad at the dubb stuff for tryna get riches
But then some wanna get some but can't get none
I'm strictly the best, puttin' em to the test
And you ain't got to step to this here, i'm makin' it clear
I'm keeping muthafuckin mark niggas in fear
Boy, i got raps for ya, stacks for ya, tracks for ya
You better get back, 'fore i kick this type of rhyme can't deal with
Some more real shit, nigga keep my hands on the trigger
[chorus: j-dubb]
This is for them niggas who start that shit
Who don't understand what they dealing with
This is for them bustas with they mark ass, scared the blast
This is for them niggas who start that shit
Who don't understand what they dealing with
And for them mark ass, scared the blast
[verse 2: spice 1]
Building up in an oldschool with a shiny chrome tec out the window
It's the s-p-i-c-e with a fifth of gin, yak and indo
See, i'm ready to do some dirt, niggas be puttin' in work
I let my .45 slug get to fuckin up a nigga shirt
E-a-s-t-b-a-y, gangsta ass nigga, hard to kill but i'm born to muthafuckin die
See, i eat up a nigga like some hungry piranha
Creeping up on niggas while they kickin' it with they bitch in the sauna
Yeah, you can't parlay when the funk is in your front yard
Cause a nigga like me'll you creep up and pull your hoe car
$hort dogg got some bitches that'll leave your ass dusted and disgusted
Four hookers with some mac-12's
Soma gangsta cocktails, dropping empty shells
Leaving your ass up in hell for your stack of mail
[verse 3: too $hort]
Well, is it yukmouth or numskull, spice, i can't tell
Every time i see them luniz, we cool as hell
And i ain't about to take no shit from a youngsta
So what makes you think $hort dogg'll be a punk
For some brand new niggas just like you
I know you got your gat, well i do too
But what's it all about, is it ted bohannon
Get in where you fit in, look around you be standing in some shit
You got that rapping down but don't diss the godfather from the oakland town
Cause i paved the way for you marks
Sold tapes on every turf , sold tapes in every park
When i was on foot, deep in east oakland
Went from sherm to grimmys and still be smokin'
Indo from oakland california, but $hort dogg, baby, got five g's on it
Now tell me what it's all about
You get whipped like chris, keep my name in your mouth
I know you feeling good about your rap
But tb and ch really ain't got your back
And dru down, i know you got whooped at the club
Talking that shit and can't back it up
I let you use my studio to make your album free
Then you turn around and wanna front on me
Well, this is for you nigga, you starting shit
You don't understand who you fuckin with
And this is for you bustas, you punk ass bitches
It's been fifteen years, you never do what i did
[outro: too $hort]
Nigga, that's right, east oakland oldschool playa $hort dogg
I've been in the muthafuckin house nigga, where was you, you new ass niggas
It's like i got five g's on this lexus nigga, what you got
Biatch!!
And it don't stop to the beat, baby