[Pre-Chorus]
It goes one for you, one for me
Two for you, one two for me
Three for you, one two three for me
Four for you, well let's see, yo

[Chorus 1]
What you want, hot shit or dope shit? (Yes)
What you need, freedom or justice? (Yes)
What you like, light skin or dark skin? (Yes)
Who are you, the bomber or the marksman? (Yes)

[Verse 1]
It's the pinpoint accurate assassin in the bushes
On be two styles, wiping your spot off the map
It's the kamikaze with the parachute, live n***a rap
You don't want my fist caught in your mouth? Shut your trap
I heard you got a jones for keeping up with the Joneses
The only problem is, all your Jones is wack
This kid tried to tell me you the bomb (Word to mother)
Come to find out, he on your streets he want to cover
Well if that ain't debacle in the ghetto for the sea party
Smooth move, Ex-Lax, who said you ain't shit?
You need to come to grips with the fact that you're slipping
Shooting off the mouth but forgot to put your clip in
Meanwhile somewhere on the Eastside of side pat
Truly yours plotting like Nikki and the Brain
They have it both ways with the lying shin point
So show forth and prove who's the master in the game
That's why it goes