[Intro]
Just let the pigeons loose, let the games begin Tone
Must be crazy
Ay yo Sin, what's up Capone?
I created this motherfucker

[Verse 1]
Let me start from the beginnin', you ain't reppin' the streets
You from the outskirts of Detroit, where the bitches meet
I'm gonna pull your skirt up, expose your true sex (bitch)
Antagonize your label, till I get my respect (all y'all)
You ran to your manager, asked him how to handle this
Five shades darker motherfucker you'll be Canibus (finished)
No one would care about your complicated rhyme style
Another backpack rapper out of style
Don't let me have to backslap your mom's if you smile
I'm serious, if you ain't 'gon respect her why should I?
Chin check ya Snoopy put a circle on that eye
My time's never up cause real n***as don't die (Zino)
I'm not Moby, the little puppet on MTV (uh huh)
I bring glasses to your livin' room so you could see me
Yeah you sold a lot of units, (so what) but you can't be me
The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up
You playin' by a different set of rules you got me fucked up
Respect the hood Marshall, or the hood'll take you out
You the real wanksta, and I don't care who you sign
Disrespect Benzino, that ass is mine
What you know about pumpin', on the block 'till you freeze
What you know about cuttin' up rocks, duckin' D's
What you know about facin', a grand jury indictment
As far as I'm concerned you just industry excitement
I hope them D12 n***as ain't who you fight wit (please)
Clash with the titan, you bound to start a crisis (let's go)
Meanwhile back in Boston I'm a legend (threes)
My number in the rafters fuck Bird I'm representin'
[Hook]
He's alright but he's not real (Real) (Eminem)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel) (Zino)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio n***a it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Verse 2]
The two thousand three Vanilla Ice how you playin' it
If you ask me, you really ain't that nice you overrated
Hang you from your feet part two in theaters now (like Suge did)
Drop ya ass from the roof you gonna feel it now (n***a)
You was unsigned hype, before you ever met Dre (that's my shit)
I birthed your little career now you owe your life to Ray (uh huh)
Five mic giver, the Marshall maggot ripper
Better never let me see you with some jewels I'm gonna strip ya (lemme get that shit)
Oh, and tell your label heads stop callin' my phone (Jimmy)
Leavin messages sayin please leave him alone (Fuck that)
And don't forget, how this shit all occured to me (member in Porto Rico)
Your whole camp be surrounded by security (it's ridiculous)
What you want? The black or the chrome? (huh)
How can you ever claim a block, when you have no home (how can you)
I do it for my n***as in the cells and public housin'
You takin' too much X, Em you need counselin'
Get anybody on your roster who could fuck with Ray
Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play
And 50 holla at you boy get that loot and ride
But please don't make the mistake and take this n***a side
I hate to have to turn this battle to an all in out war
But if we have to, I'ma leave his partners on the floor (uh huh)
I think we both know exactly what we here for (you know what's up)
I want the streets back I'm comin' to your door (yeah)
I earn my stripes I'm a don you a pussy (what)
Zino bombs hit you out the park you still a rookie (uh)
Bottom of the ninth, (uh) scores lookin' crazy
N***as on my block won't knock Slim Shady
[Hook]
He's alright but he's not real (Real) (Eminem)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel) (Zino)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio n***a it's all sealed (Sealed)
He's alright but he's not real (Real) (Eminem)
We spit tight and we got steel (Steel) (Zino)
You talk shit and you get killed (Killed)
From the streets to the studio n***a it's all sealed (Sealed)

[Outro]
And that's how the motherfuckin' story go
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy
Crush, kill, destroy, crush, kill, destroy