Ah, yeah, it's the home of the microphone master, Houdini I'm dope, some don't believe me Unless, I stress and bust a cap from steel Aim for the dome, show 'em that I'm real hardcore The underground rapper who's wrecking I pack a Smith & Wesson on my right section I'm strapped at all time, Jack Nine mills to gap, for a punk, suck new jack I must stay focus and keep my mind open The world's mass confusion, there mad guns smoking For punks trying to get respect and yearning Mess around and catch a bad one from Erick Sermon I'm serious, boy but not Jermaine Jackson I also have a 12 gauge shotgun for action So chill, back the hell up and get a grip Get off that, thinking that you're all that real quick Like the Rude Boys said 'It's written all over your face, punk, nobody's safe' Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked It's the hardcore rap music that make your ears ring 'Joys of Funk' produce a song to make my fans sing Singing, swinging, hum along, thump my rap song I bet I get wreck on a DL, then the P's gone Poof, no phone booth, cape or tight suit Dress in all black, black skullcap, black down goose To hide the mock bird, word wit the pistol grip Squeeze 'em quick, show who's crossing wit the loose lip 'Cuz loose lips sink ships, don't need a ship to catch a nine clip I ain't going out on some bullshit Bank shot, corner pocket, now watch me rock it Can't mock the rap style so, boy, stop it (So, what's the name?) John Doe, 'k, it's a slow flow 'Swiss Miff' crazy, the boy's loco Like Neon Deion Sanders, call him prime time (It's the new style) Time to get mine 'Cuz nobody's safe in the fast pace of the rap race So keep your hoodies on and your boots laced Now I'm out, beaming back to the Boondocks Nobody's safe chump, so keep your doors locked © WB MUSIC CORP.; PARICKEN MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com