To save face, how low can you go
Act like you heard but yet you don't know
I act like a murderer, Dexter with the flow
They underestimate me, I'm killin' them on the low
So get down
But you don't really have an option
Shoutin' at the top of your lungs, please stop it
My Woodstock mix with some '88 Compton
Lucy in the sky with a sawed-off shotgun
Stomp in, walking to a beat so cold
The rythm that's created when these guns unload
And no one make a move unless my people say so
Got everything outta control now everybody go