(Transformer)  This calls for some affirmative action  ( *paper is ripped* )  (Then show me)  (Show me)  Yo, I gotta rip somebody on this one  (Show me)  (All - you - gotta - say)    Give me a bassline, and a mic just in case I'm  Prepared to rhyme and get hype, I won't waste time  Craig G is back in effect with a flow and a flex  And it don't matter who's on next  Cause there won't be a mic left  And the stage got ripped from the hype steps  Speakin of steps, don't step to this  Cause Craig G's just too treacherous  With a mic in hand I command like a foreman  And all of my troops'll start stormin  So any MC in the vicinity  You better run or prepare for an injury  Yeah, that's the way I like to flow  One rhyme to your mind's like a death blow  I oughta be jailed for this  But to some it's considered a gift  So I'ma shoot it, just like a Mac-10  Way to the front and up to the back and  You little wack hip-hop basehead  Here's a rap that'll turn your whole face red  A brother makes three LPs  And he's still sportin Pumas and Lee's  And his label wants to give him the boot  But he owes em so much loot  That they're writin him off with their taxes  It considers his albums as practice  But yet he took the time out to dis me  On some bold chance that he thought he could rip me  He called me his son, but is he sure?  I never slid checks under his door  So yo, watch your step, you little asswipe  Your album sales couldn't generate a flashlight  Or buy you a pack of gum  Your juice spilled, so here's a sponge  And if you try to play me as a kid  Just remember, I know where you live  And next time you hit the pipe  And you think you wrote somethin hype  Just think: I could kill you dead  But nah - I'll just rip you to streads  Punk