| I carry the weight you niggas is scared to touch | 
| I fought in a war | 
| You niggas is scared as fuck | 
| I paid my dues and rapped for free | 
| Ain’t nobody held it down for the east like the d.o.g | 
| Snoop took the name | 
| X took the bark | 
| Next nigga take my shit going to lay in the park | 
| That’s my word | 
| So go tell your man what you heard | 
| Tell them Dog is back and he’s rhyming absurd | 
| Fuck running with 50 niggas that talk too much | 
| Rather buy a hundred shells that don’t cost too much | 
| Hit all y’all niggas | 
| Spit one for all y’all niggas | 
| Fuck with Tim Dog you going to fall young nigga | 
| I don’t give a fuck about your block or your label | 
| Or your gear, but your bitch can come here | 
| I’m a fifteen year vet | 
| That means I don’t sweat | 
| When I look around the game I see no threat | 
| Point him out | 
| Who’s on top | 
| Who got the crown | 
| Rap shit, street shit | 
| I’ll still shut him down | 
| Niggas always say «Why you mad, B?» | 
| I look around the game and see all these tragedies | 
| These Hollywood rappers and studio wanksters | 
| With false identities never giving a thanks to | 
| To rappers who paid your dues to cause | 
| Oh bye the way, fuck the Source | 
| Dave Mays used to be my brother | 
| Lost respect when you put Martin Lawrence on the cover | 
| What the fuck is that? | 
| That’s not Hip-Hop | 
| It’s got to stop, nigga | 
| It’s got to stop | 
| You want to know the true meaning of Hip-Hop? | 
| KRS, Biggie Smalls, Public Enemy and Pac | 
| And some of you rappers got me shocked | 
| How you let the record company run this spot | 
| Rakim taught knowledge of self | 
| Dr. Dre, greedy bastard didn’t share the wealth | 
| And Russell Simmons got a billion for Def Jam | 
| And still won’t give Nice and Smooth a hand | 
| Fuck it | 
| Give us fifty grand | 
| Help us make a plan | 
| Watch us take back our music from the fucking man | 
| What you run with Stan? | 
| Rather hang with Shady | 
| Eminem the best rapper, are you crazy? | 
| But that’s what they do to rattle a brother | 
| Make 50 and Ja try to battle each other | 
| And just when we about to go to war | 
| Jimmy Iovine is taking over y’all | 
| You don’t believe me? | 
| Well check the stats | 
| You ain’t feeling me? | 
| I state the facts | 
| Farrakhan held a meeting to settle the rap war | 
| But no one showed up to settle the black war | 
| Everybody’s to concerned with what we say in our rhyme | 
| But no one give a damn about a child with a nine | 
| You’re all being controlled by the deaf and the blind | 
| You call it the government | 
| I call it house of swine | 
| When my album drop, I bet you try to take mine | 
| But I’m going out like them kids from Columbine | 
| Here’s the bottom line | 
| We’re running out of time | 
| Bush don’t give a fuck about yours and mine | 
| He control you motherfuckers like telekinesis | 
| Through you plaques, through your phantoms and your Jesus pieces | 
| And now we’re consumed with diseases | 
| I lost my uncle to aids and my father to cancer | 
| And you ain’t got no money for an answer | 
| But you got money for your mansion | 
| Government expansion and advances | 
| You got money to attack in Iraq | 
| Then bring the all back nigga that’s wack | 
| Here’s more to the fact and more to the stack | 
| The military recruits more of us blacks | 
| We stand in the front line | 
| And bleed in the streets | 
| And we come back home with nothing to eat | 
| And y’all niggas got the nerve to criticize me | 
| From what I say in a record | 
| You don’t like it, don’t buy it | 
| But stepping to me, don’t try it | 
| Cause if I die, I’m going to die on my own two feet | 
| And if I die it ain’t going to be for free | 
| So fuck you pay me |