| I hear my people calling me, where is he? |
| Where is he where is he? Where’s the PMD? |
| I’m laying low, strapped with ammo |
| Set for funk mode, ask your man though |
| Who raps rhymes hold it steady like a pilot in the cockpit |
| Parrish Smith go out — nah that’s bullshit |
| On another nigga for tryin to take mines, catch the flat line |
| Coming through time to breathe on the mainline |
| Airtight, no time to stall, you tell me |
| Yo, nigga respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now |
| Yo nigga, respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now" |
| Some say the Wu fly, what’s a rap star? |
| A nigga who get props and he’s clocked like radar |
| Can’t fake moves, people looking at cha |
| Twenty-four oh seven slip and they gat cha |
| Snatch that behind up, clip that ass with handcuffs |
| Jail cell for the niggaz who like to get rough |
| And most niggaz get rough 'cause in beef we trust |
| Another man damn kid you smoking angel dust |
| I’m snatching props, blasting niggaz like Robocop |
| Catch the speed-knot trying to mic block Mic Doc |
| Chill Hobbes, I told you I roll with the Hit Squad |
| Stomp like the Gobots |
| But some niggaz ain’t hearing me so I make it clearer see |
| You can’t fade the nigga who flips words like Swayze |
| And Audi 5000, still housing, I’m out and |
| Yo nigga, respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now |
| Yo nigga, respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now |
| So turn this mic off so I can kick the wicked shit |
| Type of wicked shit that make niggaz grab clips |
| But hold it chill 'cause a jail cell’s bullshit |
| Must grab the head, no time to be slipping jack |
| The world done shifted, niggaz can’t see that |
| But some do and they make power moves |
| Playing for life can’t lose, too many dues paid |
| Mayday in the game everyday trying to find a better way |
| Yet the world keeps slipping |
| So I keep moving not trying to lose an' |
| Big up to all posse plus Crips and crews in |
| Every ghetto keep your shit thorough |
| And if they ask have you seen? Hell, no |
| Yo nigga, respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now |
| Yo nigga, respect mine or anger the Tec-9 |
| CHK-CHK-POW, move from the gate now |