Verse 1 Aight I'd kill a nigga for his C.R.E.A.M hop into his Limousine No need to intervene but if im going after you I'm not half assin it I'll be cuffing you up and slashing you period. I'm going guerrilla. I am my own militia got me fighting like ninja. till I'm saying Hasta La Vista Im running a kingpin while their dropping and screaming I'll be hummin and gunnin I'm a creator dressed like a skater but don't go counting me out as an operator I'll hit your crew wit da 12 and while. they're flopping around gurgling I get the semi truck and hit em like I don't give a fuck! Verse 2 Yo somebody better give me his Lex so I can flex wit my Rolex right after sex with Mrs. complex after I ate her like an omelette she exploded like a warhead Hand me the checkbook I got magazines all over my room I'm loaded with knowledge Each word I spit has .45 written on the side The velocity at which I spit people call me an Uzi Until I start receiving threats from the populous that forces me to unload into the public don't make me reload but if they still keep coming back for more... I hit them with a bomb Hiroshima it's my call of duty got me laughing like a hyena Hear the call over the Intercom Mission completed. Now this is Dog Pound don't get it twisted Every one of these niggas are gifted so kickback relax and hope you don't relapse.