Verse 1:
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list 
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off 
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage 
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise 
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That point blank to the face shit
Who you think this is 
Young black bust a nigga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to fuck it up for everybody 
The hot ? get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate 
Butter soft burn off and solid black Mazaratti like

Hook:
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper then that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper then that)
To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at

Verse 2:
Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamacian
Find another chick to jerk
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the less only greater than 
Trust no man 
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your cornea
Big bad California
To the Waldord Historia (c'mon)
N.Y.C. competition wish to some day roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T 
I'm makin' motherfuckers Run like DMC (run)
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a nigga like a fat one
Non radio bangin' shit goin' platinum 
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45 
While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)

Hook

Verse 3:
Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy