[Intro: Rodney O]
Now before you know it
I kick shit, I say stuff
I get in motherfuckers grills if they get rough
A.B
They be's that, go on spit it

[Chorus: Briggs]
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton (fuckin' heavy)
You can feel the impact that we've brung (gonna feel that)
You can see everything that we've done (take a look son)
We come and we take what we want (take your [?])
The chip on my shoulder is weighing a ton (my shoulder's fucked)
You can feel the impact that we've brung (you wanna feel that cousin)
You can see everything that we've done
We come and we take what we want

[Verse 1: Briggs]
Damn homie (fuck boy!)
In TAFE you was the man homie (once upon a time)
Then nothing went to plan homie (nothin', you a bitch)
Like a stint in the casting couch you went from arse to mouth

[Verse 2: Trails]
I said damn homie
You walkin' on my fuckin' land homie (my land)
You better jump back in the van homie (get the fuck back in it)
Or else I need to see at least an even couple fuckin' grand homie

[Interlude: Rodney O]
Man I ain't even high
But I'll try 'cause I like to fly
And I'm all that, why? 'Cause I'm the type of guy
To get up in ya, like a fuckin' jalapeño

[Verse 3: Trials]
Yeah we bossed it, pedigree dog shit, we got this
Even if you had it like a habit man you lost it
I'm blackin' out, like a Pacquiao
In the afternoon, hit saloons in my karma suit
Faded

[Verse 4: Briggs]
Read a palm or two when I hit you
We the Marmadukes, you Shih Tzus
And you should be alarmed
We rocking Obama proof armour suits
You bitch you

[Outro: Rodney O]
Uh!
I don't even know what I'm saying and I know I'm dope