(chorus)
I step up in the club, and haters fuck wit me
yea....bitch, I'm gonna strike back!
You try to steal my light, and act like you a G
Motherfucka, I'm gonna strike back!
You approach me like we cool, while you tryin' to steal my girl
Nigga...yea, I'm gonna strike back!
You bitches got no skill, I'll give yo ass a twirl
If you front wit me,bitch, it's a fact, I'll strike back!


Yea, I can strike back, and I can strike right
I can do it the left, the front, and all night
Whether darkness or light, I always keep it tight
No matter what height, if you want it, I'll fight
My skill is fo reel, I'll knock you out like I'm a Bison
To win I don't bite, like you, or Mike Tyson
I got so many punches, I'm 12 rounds strong
Like home packed lunches, I never can go wrong
If I got a penny for each win, I'd have more than a dollar
If you want another loss, all you gotta do is holla
Cuz nigga fuckin' wit me, is like swimmin' wit no trunks
You're gonna get embarrased, and laughed at like you drunk
If you take out that glock, don't think I'm gonna stop
Unlike the collars you rock, man, you ain't gonna pop
If you lookin' for a top 5 list, I'm numbers one
Two, three, four, and five, done

(chorus)
I step up in the club, and haters fuck wit me
yea....bitch, I'm gonna strike back!
You try to steal my light, and act like you a G
Motherfucka, I'm gonna strike back!
You approach me like we cool, while you tryin' to steal my girl
Nigga...yea, I'm gonna strike back!
You bitches got no skill, I'll give yo ass a twirl
If you front wit me,bitch, it's a fact, I'll strike back!

(DI's verse)


(chorus)
I step up in the club, and haters fuck wit me
yea....bitch, I'm gonna strike back!
You try to steal my light, and act like you a G
Motherfucka, I'm gonna strike back!
You approach me like we cool, while you tryin' to steal my girl
Nigga...yea, I'm gonna strike back!
You bitches got no skill, I'll give yo ass a twirl
If you front wit me,bitch, it's a fact, I'll strike back!

If you didn't kno it yet, man, I'm the realest nigga
I'll hand you out a KO, and toss you down a river
That's how I deliva, makin' niggas quiva
In the clutch too, I'm the rappin' Reggie Milla
Hittin' you in the liva, man, that's how I do it
The rules of rap, man, go back through it
Cuz you really need the help, yo rhymes are sinkin' fast
When someone hears yo rap, they always thinkin' last
Cuz you damn suck, and everybody kno it
If yo lines were a car, man, they'd fuckin' toe it
Cuz you're such a joke, but don't think that you're funny
Cuz yo's flow's as phat Paris Hilton, but you got no money
Face it, man, you're weak, and you like it up the butt
Jus like Lance Armstrong, bitch, you cannot fuck!
You uglier than Biggie, but you poor, and live in tents
You can't be the realest nigga cuz you don't got 50 Cents (yea!)

(chorus x2)
I step up in the club, and haters fuck wit me
yea....bitch, I'm gonna strike back!
You try to steal my light, and act like you a G
motherfucka, I'm gonna strike back!
You approach me like we cool, while you tryin' to steal my girl
Nigga...yea, I'm gonna strike back!
You bitches got no skill, I'll give yo ass a twirl
If you front wit me,bitch, it's a fact, I'll strike back!