We're 'bout to blow at any minute, competition's in the dust//
You should all bow down to our feet because for me winning's a must//
I don't fuck with anybody, that doesn't fuck with us//
Put your money on the table, grab your cards and hold 'em up//
It's time to show who's the realest and which hoes are not to trust//
Who's as focused as we are? Ain't none of us is being touched//
Because all day we are composing, fixin' stuff and smokin' blunts//
Yo pass the dutchie to the left and I will toke it 'til it's done//
I'm like a motherfuckin' Prophet, I see who's the Chosen One//
Steven Spag if you don't know, I am a pro and I just won//
Everybody up against me, come approach me you get stuck//
Frozen stickin' to the ground these are my words you can not duck//
And I don't wanna take your shit, so quit your joking little chump//
You're gonna push me to the edge, soon you'll be choking on your lung//
You ain't half the man I am, you got some broken dirty nuts//
You claim to bust in some bitches, but nah you bust in a cup//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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