we're comin down from the top to let you know who it is// my boy big shawn and the man with the shiz// now we're down from the top and you know who it is// making that money is just apart of te biz// we're blowin up like a lyrical grenade// go BOOM in your face like you've been made// now your runnin from the cops like you in a race// and you try to disapear, without a trace// i bring it out like jason with knives in my hand// you draw it up, i'll put ruinens to your plans// i spit venom in every direction, soke some up// i'll be suprised, if you come up// i throw fists at your head like no tomorrow// im like saitan on the mike with no morals// i'm a strait gangta, but i wear volcom// and if the got a problem, then im'a smoke em// rough and crazy when we lose control// i'll make you obsolete, like no mo// no one knows your name// not even your mother and even shes in the game//