Chorus: [Woodie]
I might of shot your homies
Once or twice you never know
But I still walk the streets
So I assumed they let it go
But just in case they didn`t
I pack metal for clever folks
So all that talk in breakin` Woodie off
Whatever tho`
[Woodie]
I`m still puttin` it down
Sidin` through the town Yoc bound
Suckas wanna talk down
But ain`t prepared to cock down
They wanna bang like killas
But don`t bang with no killas
They wanna claim they killas
But don`t hang with no killas
This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H
And I`m the one who brought the Yoc
Up out the Golden State
You wanna hate this
Hate yourself
Think your from the Yoc
Talkin` down on my name
Cuz I ain`t askin` you to jock
Just recognize
From two professional years of rappin`
East Co. Co. Records puttin` this crap
Back in time on the map
And then some
We takin` nationwide infected
Each and every nook and cranny
Were that Yoc life bakins`
And I reckon
We`ll be collectin` dividends along the way
And that`s exactly were this haterism comes into play
What`s there to say
Nothin` but hot ones
I got for those talkin` down on me
[Chorus] X2
[Woodie]
Come on haters try to stop this
Dig deep into your pockets
Cuz that`ll give me a legit reason
To make yo knot twist, not this
Northern fella Antioch dwella
Won`t fall hostage
To the thoughts and plots of the jealous
Your gonna watch this
Independent label succeed
Were re-precautions 10-4 for
Every homey that bleeds
We`ll plant our seeds in some mattress
And watch our killas grow
Teach ‘em everything we know
So that they gonna run the show
I`m talkin` fathers and sons
Uncles and nephews packin` guns
Holdin` down the fort
Prepared for war
Protectin` loved one
No more snatchin` up our dreams
Through the dope on triple beams
Or an enemy shot
Cuz that`s the power money brings
We`re the kings of our own plot
We found a spot
Don`t make room
If you think we`re bluffin`
I assume you have a skank too
So if you wanna get me
Come and get me
Quit talkin`
And send the messages through bitches
Cuz that shit`ll leave you chopped up
[Chorus] X2
[Woodie]
You wanna talk behind my back
And jar jack amongst female company
And every word up out your mouth
Eventually gon` come to me
How dumb could you be
Maybe you really wanna see me
But most likely you a sucka
And you hatin` you can`t be me
Probably got that A-D-D
Attention Deficit Disorder
And you`ve notice when you say my name
That people won`t ignore ya
That`s pathetic
Just another sorry chump in the game
Go ahead keep bumpin` my name
Cuz your just pumpin` my fame
But when we cross paths
Haul that
So people prepare to ache
Cuz I`m a draw fast
Cock blast
With heat to tear your brain
Cuz I`ve HAD IT UP TO HERE [echoes]
Through your history
I got my stripes
Sucka you ain`t pumpin` fears
So come here and get a dose of
This Antioch West Twompsta
The demon in me wants to
Go back to a mobsta
And put this music shit on stand by
To make a man die
How do I cope with this
I focus on the grand prize
[Chorus] X2
Nothin` but hot ones I got for those talkin` down on me
[Chorus]
Shit! [echoes out]
