Callin all mc's/my dogs of all pedigrees and creeds/ Some so fresh so clean/ others grimy/ all the bitches can get behind me/ Move out the way/ this goes out to my dearly departed ganstas/ those who think they the hardest/ those not missin the targets/ close or long distance/ don't put up resistance/ cus the flows enter yo brain like subliminial messages/ now your brain washed like prisoners of war/ or catz in the rap biz for the money makin less than more/It's pettiful how industry niggas get robbed/ I probably could make more without a job/ sitting back collectin welfare checks/while you got excessive hair on yo neck and can't get it cut off/ rollin to the barber shop to pick up men/fronting rollin in actin like you sellin Tims/Talkin bout yaw wanna play ball tommorow/ They ain't lookin for a nuttybuddy/ they want peace of mind/they on the grind/intertwined between good and evil/ trying to get 23's put on the Regal/legally/It's hard to grow without sellin yo soul just to make some doe Ya know/