Yeah!

Finna do some do lo... with the Low down, on the show down, yeah

That **** half-dead, my lil homie Quictamac, you know what I'm sayin? You better watch ya back

**** hit me up with that wrong hood approach

Don't you know I'm Mr. H. D.?

Loc up and get your ass smoked

I'm bout to bust for you **** and you ****

I'm bound to get ya wizzet by my numbers and my chizzaks

If you ain't knowin'

The **** who I bail with and sell with before the chronic smoke I be blowing (Haaaa)

Stop by the tracks to see if my hoes is hoein

Cuz I know that you know

I gots to keep my money flowing (thats right)

Like some juice I get loose with the duce

But I gots to keep my strap by my side in case I have to shoot (Ooh yeah)

Another **** who was jealous for the simple fact that I can rap and he can't

Lil **** pass the dank

And let me tell you what I been through

I did shit and pulled licks as a kid

Before I hit the show biz

But now I'm making

CDs records and tapes and in the meantime busting freestyle to elevate

On my way up

I gotta stay up, I can't go down

So fools all lose when we throw down at the showdown

Ain't ya heard the low-down?

I hit your city like a midi and ain't leaving till its tore-down

You knowin' how it go down

I'm dumpin punks in trunks and packing puff for the slow down

Slow down, slow, slow, slow down

Now I gots to go into my cookie jar

And grab my strap up out my shirt

Cuz I'm a super star

Its a mystery on how we fits to be but that's history

Hostyle will drop an album on the spot to show the industry