It's at your own   It's at your own   It's at your own      It's at your own risk, sucker      Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin?, what's happenin??   E-Swift, you cuttin? the records, nice boy   DJ Pooh, whassup man? We all chillin?   Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house   We all cold coolin? out y'knahmsayin??   And I'ma bust it off like this for Compton      Well, look who sprung up, comin? the fuck up   I came in the place to let you know what's up   With a bunch of trunk jewelry, two or three fat gold chains   Ring plates with my name on 'em      Yeah, I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes   I wear Nikes ?cause I run from the cops   Pops taught me lots he said, "Toys are for tots"   At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock      ?Cause, my jimmy was gettin? kinda big   At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig   Hugged that Olde English beer   So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer      Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta   Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a   Person runnin? a verse on like this, hahahaha   Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker      Uhh, this at your own risk, sucker   P-P-Pooh, man, fuck it      People always say, "Are you the king of the West?"   But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test   Even though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level   I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil      I mean really, how you think I'm livin??   On the strength I'm livin? like it's Thanksgiving   So yo, whassup turkey, tryin? to jerk me?   Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T      The almighty individual, you said you knew   But I don't think you really know   About the K I N G, super cool mack daddy   I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin? fatly      Had me on stage in a rage   Yellin? was what ya know, that's how I get paid   Made my mark but rappers still insist to diss   But yo, it's at your own risk, sucker      Sup? It's at your own risk   Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break      Verse three is another one for those to remember   King Tee is the champ, smashin? all contenders   For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction   I'm snappin? arms, legs and even necks and      Suckers who thrive to drive me crazy   You know the ones who front tryin? to amaze me   Take it as a warnin? ?cause I'm hopin? that you don't diss   But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker      Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift   Rockin? the house, y'knowhatI'msayin??   We got Walkman in the house   We got J-Ro in the house, we got [unverified]      Y'knowhatI'msayin?? We cold chillin, y'know?   I wanna send this record out to the Piano Man   Piano Man, won't you play somethin? for me?      Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon, c'mon   Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon, c'mon   Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah   Get funky, aww ooh shit      It's at your own risk suckers, knowhatI'msayin??   Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in   Aww yeah, aww, you're doggin? it man   Y'knowhatI'msayin?? See ya