B-Real    I slay punks who don't know their own identity    You spit my name and use it like an obscenity    You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy    You on my nuts so you better hold tenderly    I can tell you what's crackin' and done get splitten    You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten    You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew    Don't mean shit to me and you ain't got a clue    of what's about to happen - interaction    Two worlds collide - one survives the reaction    Hold tight, keep yourself together    cause we're about to storm you like shitty weather       (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)    (B-Real)    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself up for catastrophe       (Sen Dog)    Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be    The whole damn world is mad at me    But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be    All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality    How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"    Without you takin' it personally       Sen Dog    Ten, proper years of bringin' funk    I, still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump    I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump    Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks (yeah!)    I don't wanna be the King of the Sing    Just a Soul Assassin for the Cypress Team    I rhyme and sing and make bitches scream    They love that old South Side gangsta lean    Call the Psycobeta, I guess you're crackin'    Turn into Mad Dog when I start rappin'    Look at hostile - ah, damn wild    Shake you up in a hurry from the voodoo child    Don't get caught up hangin' on the mortar    Hold on and I'll turn y'all punks all wild       (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)    (B-Real)    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself up for catastrophe       (Sen Dog)    Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be    The whole damn world is mad at me    But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be    All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality    How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"    Without you takin' it personally       10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, come on!       B-Real    I'm tired of whack rappers and fame seekers    Like you know the deal to be in my same sneakers    I don't mind exposin' you hollow bitches    I got the medicine over the swallow bitches    You play roles like an actor but get no oscar    Gun spray, gunned away, cut from the roster    You're just an imposter, you lost your composure    Respect your exposure to bring you to your closure    But you're in denial and still remain vile    In a place within last style and senseless wild    I take you down the long trail you failed to keep up    That's when you get introduced to the street sweeper       (Chorus: B-Real & Sen Dog)    (B-Real)    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself up for catastrophe    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself up for catastrophe    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself up for catastrophe    I can see what you see what you asked for it has to be    You set yourself UP FOR CATASTROPHE!!!       (Sen Dog)    Set yourself up for catastrophe and that's the only way that is has to be    The whole damn world is mad at me    But I don't give a damn, I'm just glad to be    All pain and the fame a society, actuality, it's a formality    How can I say: "You ain't shit to me"    WITHOUT YOU TAKIN' IT PERSONALLY...