[Intro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*

[Verse 1: Malik B]
You n***as is traitors I gave you hard-working labour
I gave you your flavour you fucking Bohemian haters
You n***as is fakers you gave me crumbs now give me cakes
The movers and fakers can fuck around and catch the vapors
While I'm pulling capers watch how she's jumping like the Lakers
I want land with acres you fucking [?] papers
I'm from back in the day when them n***as was wearing tapers
And crackers [?] they treat you like a racist
Mili-Militant yeah I'm back in the booth
.30-30 pop I hit ya ass from the roof, yeah
It's the truth I press up on ya when you stoop
Molly wop with body shots 'till your body drop (uh)
I ain't got the hammer cocked to probably shoot
To you n***as we talk about we should've called a truce
Shout to all my n***as that be hanging on a noose
Waiting to make their shit bark, bang, let loose
Chill, man chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, *they*
Chill let's get at a dolla bill, they told me
Chill let's get at a dolla bill
[Outro: Scratching]
*Militant*
*Back in the booth*