| It’s Carson in the booth every time I record |
| Compton, Watts, Inglewood, hood tour |
| Beach, Gardena, I can say a couple more |
| But if I do that niggas gon' get bored |
| Bossy ain’t a big enough word for me |
| I’m C-E-O |
| No big beard but I ride like Tha Row |
| No punks here but let’s make this clear, put a tag on your toe |
| No the body spray, but with the throw away |
| Pray your vital organs miss, you’ll be okay |
| As new director, I’m changin' up the casting sheet |
| I edit you actors, delete you from the street |
| I keep it gangster bitch but I’m a backpacker |
| Not on some wrestlin shit but I’ll back smack ya |
| Talk greezy enough and I’ll send the body snatchers |
| I’ll have them throw you in the trunk punk, just for practice |
| Whoever wanted beef with me |
| Let’s go |
| If I catch you in the streets we’ll see |
| Let’s go |
| We can squab or we can pop the heat |
| Let’s go |
| Just don’t turn bitch and tell the police |
| Let’s go |
| We can make war or we can make peace |
| Let’s go |
| Leavin' breathin' or you’re leavin' deceased |
| Let’s go |
| Better watch who you speak to and watch where you creep through |
| Cause when them bullets fly |
| Kiss your ass bye |
| I’m with the business nigga you know what that is |
| I’m in the streets my nigga, not into showbiz |
| I own the playgrounds now, it’s time to show kids |
| Double Dare, take the physical challenge |
| Molly wop niggas, knock they shit off balance |
| Shake 'em like a bully then take they allowance |
| Hit the snack shop for soda pop and Sour Powers |
| Take 'em back to they childhood, fuck you cowards |
| (Why you so mad?) |
| Bitch I’m broke |
| Put your mouth to go use, stuff this dick down your throat |
| Fuck the government homie, why even vote? |
| George Bush, you stingy, front your niggas some dope |
| I’m not tryin' to be funny, it just sound like a joke |
| You can do a freeze with the lines I wrote |
| I’m almost at my peak, I’m a mountain of coke |
| Bishop’s so church I’m endorsed by the pope |
| Madden know this shit, I’m a real shit talker |
| But I walk the walk, call me the moon walker |
| I’m so smooth with the tool or the one two |
| Combo’s with the hands, move like lightening do |
| I don’t do battle rap, I’mma fight you |
| Rather sink my teeth in your neck, I’mma bite through |
| Make your blood squirt, spirt like a sprinkler system |
| Better get more body guards if me is who you plan on dissin' |
| I dream of rushin' niggas on stage |
| Give you a nice round house, Source got it, front page |
| I train to give you pain and a migraine |
| Act fly, shoot you down like a spy plane |
| This ain’t tough talk, this just the facts |
| You gotta think shit up, I just think back |
| I’m breakin' niggas shit up, get placed on your back |
| I’m breakin' Suge’s records, bunch rappers gettin' slapped |