Strap up the boots, Im ready to shoot, load the ammo, Bone Soprano wit glocks and green camo, I play rappers like they grand pianos, a general, call shots like Im Joe Bonanno, what, The West is back, sep this dude aint black, he Latino dogg and rock Gringos, Black, Indians, Palestinians, and Phillipinos, and cash money like Vegas casinos, Im armed and ready, palms is sweaty, kinda like Em, sep I got a sharp machete, and Im quick to toss wack rappers of a levy, words is heavy, kinda like a 6-4 Chevy, uh, Hip-Hop will never be the same, Its time for change, Im bout to rearrange the game, ready to fight back, so when they say whos that, tell em Its just the king of the conscious rap.
See all we need is just a few good men,
cuz aint to many left like Bone and Mack 10,
we know nobodys perfect, so repent for ya sins,
so ya better get it straight, cuz hes coming again,
Whisper Hes watching
I got the hood on smash homey
And though Im ballin full throttle
Ill never run outta gas homey
Im so fly as the days go by Im better
So I dump re-up and keep getting more cheddar
You know what it do
Mack 10 a savage
Got hustle in my veins so I fiend for the cabbage
Fresh baller to the end
Tell a friend and a neighbor
Aint that I got so much flavor
Its that I got so much favor
Im like Pac I gets down, against all odds
And you dont wanna go to war with a child of God
So if you see me in a six four
tuck ya pistol
Plus its on if ya miss
So be careful what ya wish for
A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor
Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa
See Im all for Jesus but Im nuthing like Mase
Im to ghetto and gutter
But Im covered in his grace, yea!