feat. Big Shug, Hannibal Stax
  
  [Guru]
  Let's see if you can hang and bang with this momentum
  Competition sniffin on the flowers that I sent them
  Put 'em all.. in intensive care, send 'em fare
  While I lounge round town in expensive gear
  Twinkle in my eye, lace the track, Cognac mack
  B-Boy pose, knock you right off your toes
  While you push it up your nose, I'm with your chick in LaMontrose
  On 40 deuce in the double-tree suites
  Showin her exactly, what she's gonna be on for me
  And truly you'll she, how stupid you'll be
  Fuckin with the B.H.S., really, feel me
  I unload, and explode, I reload, it echoes
  I'm a thunderous clap, 'dro tucked under my cap
  Make you wonder where I hid my gat
  Don't worry 'bout that, better worry 'bout your own situation
  I lead whole nations, take over whole radio stations
  Stay outta my face son
  
  [Hook]
  In my world.. you ain't got no place son
  Stay out of my face son
  Stay out of my face son
  In my world.. you ain't got no place son
  Stay out of my face son
  Stay out of my face
  
  [Big Shug]
  I, choke out promoters who be short on the dough
  Slap up haters, who diss the flow
  Gold-diggers only get the toe..
  up they booty hole when they outta control
  For sho', and naysayers, I crash in they face
  In Shug world, them motherfuckers got no place
  Wannabe rappers, who label cassettes
  I break them shits when they sound weak in my deck
  I seen your last beat, so you pose no threat
  I got fag niggaz like you doin the thug ballet
  Sucka nigga park my car valet
  And get yourself two dollars, from my wallet
  I'ma catch passes from chicks like Wayne Chrebet
  And they sweat like I play for the Jets
  Am I the best? It's hard to tell
  Remember the blueprints were made in a lonely cell
  To get the cream, and get the fame
  Spit the lyrical slugs, that leave most niggaz lame
  What's the game? To win this shit at all costs
  I got what it takes to be the underground boss
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Hannibal Stax]
  Up and comin, but you, you think you truck runnin on diesel
  You just a selfish lil' bitch, me, I'm all for my peoples
  You gon' fuck around and let yourself deceive you
  I'ma hunt you down and see you when you least expect
  I'm heat, you wet
  I'm famished and you beef, I guess I'll eat you next
  I'm just as rock as my dick, you just the opposite
  Can't stand to see me bubbilate on top of it
  Lyrical, it all becomes clearer when it's visual
  We maximize, congregatin with alibies
  From righteous to criminal,
  just to make your life a tidbit more miserable
  So keep playin me close like I ain't tryna get rid of you
  I feel for you, and this is all in your mind
  If ya dare get physical, I'ma make ya every fear
  Real for you, splash my drool, gather my screws
  and get to drillin you just because
  You thought it wasn't when it was love
  Back the fuck up out my shit before I hurt you
  
  [Hook]