Yo yo yo yo

All my people

Yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo

Yo yo yo yo

It's Funk Doc where the w**d at b***h

I speed backwards down a one way from cops see that s**t

Believe that s**t slaughter straight to camcorder

I'm Too Hot for TV rap draw water

My windpipe's attached to project boilers

You yell：Turn the heat down

My voice DVD 'round sound so I'm heard round town

The chances are y'all leaving 'round now

Wait later we'll make front page paper

Date raper with juvenile eighth graders

Hit the high school and 187 Caesar

When I bust y'all need to back four acres

Doc y'all and that's my man Jabberjaw

The s**tlist ready who next to scratch off

I'm from the underground my sound lift

Platform shoes to b***hes 400 pounds

Get up stand up back up push up

Come on

Jump up act up to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo blackout shootout smoked out move out

Come on

Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

And I'm the street talking dog walking

Approach me with extreme caution

Oh now you forcing my hand to rock your cradle often

I'm hot scorching but stone cold like Steve Austin

If you smell what Tical cookin'

Ain't tryna see central bookin' so tell ya goon stop lookin'

Know what you did last summer so I started hookin'

You past shooken off an open can of a*s whoopin'

Ain't no tomorrows in the Method's little shop of horrors

Go ask your father who to bother from the hill to harbor

You know the saga m*******a blunts and Goldschlager

With deadly medley y'all ain't ready for Shakwon and Reggie

Don't even bother the radio for back up

Back up

Alright then

Your man got slapped up extorted for his ice an'

Street life is triflin' Body over here

Don't make me pull a Tyson and bite a n***a ear

Precise and slicing jugulars the cutthroat

Ruggeder predator viking etc

People's Champ n***as be taking on competitors

Reaching for the microphone relax and light a bone

Straight from the catacomb the Children of the Corn

That don't got a clue prepare for Desert Storm

Get up stand up back up push up

Come on

Jump up act up to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo blackout shootout smoked out move out

Come on

Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

I scored 1 1 on my SAT

And still push a whip with a right and left AC

Gorilla Big Dog if my name get called

I'm behind the brick wall with arsenic jaws

Spit poison got a gun permit draw

Gun down at sundown you keep score

This training course and y'all ain't fit

On my crew tombstone put We all ain't s**t

Yo all you gonnabe wannabe when will you learn

Wanna be Doc and Meth Gotta wait your turn

I spit a 41 revolver on New Year's Eve

With the mic in my hand I mutilate MCs

The most slept on since Rip Van Wink' my s**t stink

With every element from A to zinc so what you think

I'ma blackout on just one drink You must be crazy

A little off the wall maybe go get a shrink

Get up stand up back up push up

Come on

Jump up act up to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Yo blackout shootout smoked out move out

Come on

Even knock your tooth out to make y'all feel it

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em

Br r r r r stick 'em ha ha ha stick 'em