If I made a title that offend the whole industry   Would ya'll all say my title in your interviews?   If I came out dissin everyone of ya'll   Would I sell as much records as these other dudes?   If I said I was retiring but never left   Woulda ya'll all show me love when I come back?   If I ran the streets for the past two years   Would you respect me or would you say fuck pap?      Yo where my thugs at?   Cock ya guns back   My headphones ain't loud, yo turn up the track   Ok bump that   Homie I run rap   I add on to the game, you niggas subtract   Yo where my bloods at?   Throw it up, blat   Yo where my cause' at?   He cut you, cut em back   They said they tough cats   But they some rugrats   I drop em off on the block, and make them pump packs   Owe me a couple stacks   He tried to duck pap   I sent a shot at his ass   And told him duck that      [x2:]   Ayo bump that   Bump this   Stay hot   What's this   He broke   He rich   Homie we run this   It's a new era   Your heart pumpin in fear   2007 the god number is here      The stronger I become the more ya'll weaken   So when I'm at full power your gonna be a weaklin   If my heart still beatin and my lungs still breathin   My brain still thinkin ain't none of ya'll eatin   Over my dead body and my blood still bleedin   I'm a rap rebel   Clap with' black metal   Look into my eyes, realize what pap symbol   Lies but wise got pride is that visual   Nah I don't slap high five with you   Hot side guys   It's not my vibe   You just not my size   I cock my 9   Cats got 9 lives get shot 5 times   I cock pistols back and clap missles   Black it's that simple      [x2:]   Bump that   Bump this   Stay hot   What's this   He broke   He rich   Homie we run this   This a new era   Your heart bumpin in fear   2007 the god number is here      Hate when the cops keep printin me each of them bums   Bendin up my index finger and squeezin my thumb   I'm lookin at him hoping he get it done   Them new fingerprinting machines in the precent is dumb   Through the speakers I come   With the weed in my lungs   You ever ran into ya enemy deep in the slums?   They scheming on you   And you scheming on them   Then you realize the nigga who you be with is one   Hell of a big pussy why you beefin with son?   He keep tappin you tellin you they reached for a gun   But he lying he just lookin for a reason to run   Ever catch you on the block?   I beat you like them african boys be beatin them drums   Why would I start eating with them and they starvin   Might as well say I'm feeding these bums   I don't like them niggas   I be talking greasy to them   They say pap a slick talker   That boy got grease on his tongue   I'm the real beast from the east I'm not done   The most official spitting the swift musician   That's if you listen   It's a simple mission at his? it's his decision   Cause my intuition end a vision   It's benefiting all my men and women   Who doin' bids in a mental prison   But if you wishing to get the griping and since you tripin   We gon blast till it's the end of class   With quick collision   Cut you from ear to ear   Give incisions   Eat your food like it's nutrition   [? ]   I can give you wisdom   Cause it's tradition   But if you dissing   I can switch positions   [? ]   I don't care if it's linen or if it's denim   I grip the lemon   Squeeze hit em my enemies   Rip em with venom in em   Likely to hit the ism after I send you spinnin