Spittin' on DM Dogg, the bitch that dropped me from DIRecords. Your loss, not mine biatch. Beat: If I Can't- 50 Cent. Produced and Mixed by Krayzee Kracka. Released: May 18th, 2003.
A young emcee who has a way with words who's ill enough to rearrange your own damn rhymes and spit 'em back at ya! Crazy hot!
If you're looking for something a little different or for an unorthadox emcee with the tighest beats, the sickest flow and everything else to go with it... you've come to the right place.
Story behind the song
DM Dogg (Clement) dropped me and about eight other from Dark Instincts Records because he couldn't handle the pressure. That's the last time he gets on the wrong side of me.
Lyrics
If I cant do it, homey it can't be done
I'ma let the 45 make a pop
I'ma blow your fuckin' top
I'ma take it off, baby
"If I Cant" beat, Krayzee carry the heat
Retire bitch nigga, you can't compete
Admit defeat, I'm about to excrete
Allover your ass, I aint discrete
Swept off your feet, in a lyrical storm
Krayzee put here to rap and peform
Well I'm tellin' ya now, I'm about to transform
And hit your fuckin ass like a meteor swarm
Brand new label, I'm the same emcee
Spreadin' my word like a fuckin' banshee
I wreck mother fuckers to a third degree
Leavin' them gaspin' in a tonne of debris
50 Cent track, boy, you under attack
Better think fast, boy, and reach for the gat
It's time to go, shift and grab your hat
I'm cursin' mutha fucka's like a big black cat
If I cant do it, homey it can't be done
I'ma let the 45 make a pop
I'ma blow your fuckin' top
I'ma take it off, baby
I'ma start this rhyme with somethin' aside the norm
Had enough of slatin' Jugga and creatin' a storm
Lemme start with somethin' tight, somethin' never been touched
I'ma rhyme on sensitive subjects, never brushed
Nah fuck that shit, this some gangsta joint
I don't fuck around with topics, I just don't see the point
I'd rather spend my time fuckin' bitches in ass
And dissin' mutha fuckin' niggaz who be ready to bash
Don't fuck around mincin' with your gun in your waist
By the time niggaz know it there's a slug in they face
Dark Instincts for life, nah that shit no more
Props to H Money Baggz, trust that nigga to score
Coward ass mutha fucka turned his back on me
DM Dogg pay the price, he take four like me
But there's a difference, he won't walk away like me
Cos he a French mutha fucka and a bitch made G
No doubt this rhyme, it be creatin' a rumble
Released throughout the world, rockin' forest and jungle
I couldn't give a toss about the havoc I wreck
Clement suck a fat dick, take my lyrical Tec
If I cant do it, homey it can't be done
I'ma let the 45 make a pop
I'ma blow your fuckin' top
I'ma take it off, baby
If I cant do it, homey it can't be done
I'ma let the 45 make a pop
I'ma blow your fuckin' top
I'ma take it off, baby
