The boss

I'm in da Booth

On the rage like a sabertooth

Ready to run loose. To Show these niggas,

How I come through. On the one-two.

Early morning on a hunt move,

With a taste for these chump fools.

Thinking they can come in my area.

Acting like they want to.

Make a front move.

Get crushed, on a crunch move.

When, I go off on them, like that gun tool.

Blow niggas out the way.

As I run through, the tracks, taken down. Those pulling stunts fool. Ripping them,

Apart, when it's time for lunch food. I steps in the kitchen. Showing them, how son do.

When it comes to discilining. All these young fools. Cause they thirsty.

I'ma give them a taste, of some numb juice . To leave them on stuck

Everytime I come through.

Like a man, I stand. Tall on the wall, ready for a brawl.

When a punk makes the call, we can ball.

Bring it all,

See me now, there's no need to stall.

Bullsshit around, we not at mall,we on the grounds, where it's tall against the small.

To bring it raw, there's no law, for in a cause,

When, I'm given L's. So you niggas can

Know to take that list. When you no it cost

To be the boss.