(feat. O-Dash) 

[Intro:] 
Yeah 
Hear that shit? 
Yo! 
Ready to let you know 
It's your boy O-Dash man 
You know what I'm saying? 
Y'all motherfuckers better stop sleeping out here (Naw, don't do that) 
You better wake the fuck up for real 
Open your eyelids 
Nicholay(sp?) 

[Verse 1:] 
It's the League's Tracy McGrady 
Faggots gonna hate me (huh) 
Putting up MVP numbers 
Spitting 12 months this summer 
Eliminate 
And watch cowards immitate how I demonstrate how words supposed to penitrate 
Punks mad at O 'cause they can't get a date 
Nigga wait 
Give me a second to get it straight 
Haters see me in pub, want my shit 
See my rasta bitch-es and want my dick 
That's a homo 
That's why I don't deal with them no more 
Bunch of Doctor Evils trying to steal a nigga mojo 
Wanna say he got dough(uh huh) 
Say he got flow 
By the fifteenth I'm like 'Yo, where your dough go?' 
A si, A si 
In other words, you're so-so 
Hate O for moving blocks of cocoa for dough, no? 
Fast breaking a drop, fuck a T-O 
Coach told me to shoot whenever in doubt 
D's League got the components to be disected 
Game over turn your style so ecleptic 
Coming through beneath radars, undetected 
20 bars of perfection to pay respected, nigga!