verse 1 yo yo bas close the door right there i see phil defari planet asia we got spitters in here man i got 16 you got 16 ima set up shop right here yo close that door its a closed session it s for our people right here it s like that across the globe yo babu set up shop right there it s beat junkies crew show everybody how we do it it s a closed session yo cigar put the mic up comoe on let s go no question i kicked in the door like biggie waving a 44 with a black laker beanie i pressed up on the pd and told him you better play my shit and act like you happy to see me i m los angeles finest how many times i gotta say it fuck it remind em i m from the liquid know my pedigree it s hard work like my uncle bellamy rest in peace i like my freedom so no felonies there s glory in goin to jail that s what ya tellin me you sound stupid like a prophecy how can a man predict truth when he can t predict his next move i keep it moving like a rolex hit the mini meter long sleeve 4x i need a do rag in usc burgundy i gotta show it when i flow oh yea they heard of me here i am like sanchez don t give a damn i ll be rhymin with my grandkids shit it s hip hop since the beginning and it s gone be hip hop till the endin please believe i m certified like a doctor except i m off that red bull and that vodka just for the night i m and eloquent with every word neighborhood watch i been cornered every curb verse 2 smoking blunt smoke a nigga selling dope on the block pop pop goes the glock i bring more nightmare than hitchcock get when them bodies fall hitting them prisoners hard its your final call bitch i ll smoke you like menthol fuck all you bitches i m putting you in them bodybags tagging toes nigga drive slow creeping up out they indo scheming for they cheese slanging oz s and quarter keys niggas dressed in army fatigues freeze your whole coalition strapped with ammunition infrareds digging ditches for chicken heads this figure from head to toe labeled as a jane doe leaving bullets in your lexus door but fuck it i m through with the fairytales cause when some shit jump off all you murder on tape bitches gone bail who gone prevail when i exhale on you small scale lyrical laggers wanna be chrome packers spit the facts i m bout the lex and the ac my verbal combat will eliminate your whole habitat you hoes ain t fucking with that or this cause i piss on competition and have all you hoes in submission trying to recondition your stilo lyrical nino i sling rhymes like kilos from here to puerto rico one other sequel from the infamous unseen scheming for the green smoking bitches and niggas like nicotine verse 3 cause she up to schemes tired of chasing apple pie dreams mint greens is all i fien for straight shit is all this bitch know 50 s this nine millimeter berreta leaving you wetter than april showers followe by your second line of flowers i devour competition causing complete submissions cooks more dope in my kitchen tricking ass niggas be my victims when night falls ya ll wants to floss but get set up tied down and tossed boss chick you don t want to see her your bitch can either run for the heater or meet the dumb hoe beaters mia s right and left well known with the clout to wire your mouth knock your grill out that s what this here be bout so you can doubt what i m saying and run that lip or get your whole click engulfed in gangsta shit too much to deal with i m still a bitch that be s designer down stay scheming on the man and taking flights torsoe taped full of contrabands my flow so grand it make the beats say damn shit jumps back makes you wanna holler but i sees nothing but dollars feminist power my knocking like a kl beat it be that she devil that below sea level bitch you can t see her niggas and broads be trying to figure at 5 4 how they still need a ladder to face this hoe for sure cause i be living for the drama the biggest mama flexing shutting down this motherfucking basement sesion shop closed