(Chorus x2)
I see my album at the store… I go over and I COP IT!
I see niggas frontin’ wit me, I tell ‘em they betta WATCH IT!
If they take a step closer, I take my GAT out and COCK IT!
If they front a little more… then they’ll hear me POP IT!

Everywhere I go, all the haters flood around
They be sniffin’ up my trail, like a fuckin’ blood hound
They wanna get me down, out, and away from this game
They believe diminishin’ me, will bring them all the fame
But what they don’t comprehend, is the difficulty of that task
Tryin’ to kill me is like, tryin’ to jack off to Lance Bass
It’s not possible, NOPE… nay, it can’t be done
I’ll hit you from the back, not in the gay way, but wit a gun
The way I shine over them, they prolly think I be the sun, yo
If they got a problem wit me, I’ll shoot ‘em jus for fun, yo
A click is what you’ll hear, when I take my GAT out and cock it
If you don’t like what I say… then you’ll hear me pop it
You can never stand tranquil, you always have to fidget
You couldn’t make the front page, even if you fucked a midget
Your rhymes are all wack, you won’t even admit that you spit it
But jus like OJ Simpson, we all kno that you did it


(Chorus x2)
I see my album at the store… I go over and I COP IT!
I see niggas frontin’ wit me, I tell ‘em they betta WATCH IT!
If they take a step closer, I take my GAT out and COCK IT!
If they front a little more… then they’ll hear me POP IT!

Now, to all the niggas out there, that say they be the greatest
You guessed wrong! You wouldn’t be missed if you went on a hiatus
As a matter a’ fact… everyone thinks your rhymes are wack
They be holdin’ up signs, that be sayin’, “Please, don’t come back”
Please respect the crowd’s wishes, and get the hell outta here
You spit like a frog. Now hop away… IT’S A LEAP YEAR!!!
You always rap about… how you got a lotta money
But you got none, YOU’RE IN DEBT!!! To me this shit is funny
Me on the other hand… everybody loves me
God is the only one, that they put above me
I spit my rhymes so sick, biters don’t even try to catch them
Released 2 lines, instead of a single, and still went platinum
Me against you, dawg… PLEASE! That ain’t even a battle
Jus flashin’ you my kicks, would be enough to get you rattled
Black and red Adidas sneakers, and my OU fitted
I come dressed to kill. The hospital is where you’ll be admitted

(Chorus x2)
I see my album at the store… I go over and I COP IT!
I see niggas frontin’ wit me… I tell ‘em they betta WATCH IT!
If they take a step closer, I take my GAT out and COCK IT!
If they front a little more… then they’ll hear me POP IT!

These fools be hatin’… like they don’t kno who I be
I’m SPuL aka Reckless, I ain’t no wannabe G
I’ll dominate you so bad, and I’ll swipe yo Range Rover
Jus like Lil’ Flip, nigga… it’s “Game Over”
But instead of chantin’ “Flip”… they all be chantin’ “SPuL”
They kno that I be blazin’, and that I’m unstopaBULL
I have the ability to K-O, wit just one fuckin’ line
I’ll have ‘em so bezerk, they’ll be choosin’ punch over wine
I rock a 12 and 2 record, when I’m battlin’ fools online
Won 10 in a row… I should go live, and make ‘em mine
I’m always “In Da Club”… I do it my own way
I say, “Fuck 50 Cent… man, I’m 50 K”
Now listen up… hatas kno I got the skill
I’m jacked up wit the money, jus like yo telepone bill
When my video hits BET… everbody gonna watch it
When my album comes out, even hatas are gonna cop it (haha)

(Chorus x2)
I see my album at the store… I go over and I COP IT!
I see niggas frontin’ wit me… I tell ‘em they betta WATCH IT!
If they take a step closer, I take my GAT out and COCK IT!
If they front a little more… then they’ll hear me POP IT!