[Intro - Kreative Tendencies]
Uh!!!
(*Publish or Perish* TAG)
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym!
Uhh!!! Boss!
Rick Ross, Triple C's of my yayo!

[Verse 1 - DJ Doo-Bay]
(All right, fair enough)
Yeah, stay schemin', stay believin'
I'm doin' this shit, stayin' up late every evening
Almost there, man-- it feels like I'm still dreamin'
Leavin' was somethin' I never wanted to do
But you pushed me till the only thing I could say is, "I'm through"
I hate the way you make me feel
The way you treat me, you brush it off like it's no big deal
This is somethin' I gotta do
I'm sorry, baby, but maybe later we can start anew
If I was Drake I would say all the things to make it right
The only pussy he gets is the ones that watch Nick at Nite
Or was it Teen Nick? Man, I don't really know
How can you be hard when hockey is the hardest thing out of Toronto?
Are you black or are you white? Meh, we don't know
How can you start shit with Common?
You're not even in the same league, so stop it
The best move you made was gettin' off "Degrassi"
Now lastly, I'mma quit before shit gets real nasty!

[Hook - Kreative Tendencies]
I ride for my niggas, uh! I ride for my niggas
I ride for my niggas, dawg! I ride for my niggas
(BLACK SMITH: Stay schemin', niggas try'na get at we three kings...)

[Verse 2 - Quentino]
(Quentino!)
Lemme start off by tellin' Rick Ross a little somethin'
Bro, you need to be able to understand this:
You go from bein' a correctional facility officer to somebody who be hustlin'?
Nah, fuck all of that! (DJ DOO-BAY: You're fucking stupid!)
'Cause you know what? You on stage and you pull of your shirt---
Nigga, put your shirt back on! Don't nobody wanna see that black hole!
'Cause every time we look at it we like, "Oh my God!"
Your face is tattooed on it like it's The Rock.
Then we go into Drake... Nigga, just stay sober
'Cause last time you wasn't sober, you was throwin' bunch of bottles!
Shit! I feel sorry for you, nigga, 'cause Chris Brown probably would'a knocked that ass out!
(Uh huh!) But then again, niggas thinkin' they ballin' like Kobe
You can't ball like my nigga Derrick Rose, outta Chicago
Yes, indeed, these niggas heard of Murciélagos
Like my name is Twista, but instead I be bringin' them blister(s)---
But instead they'll be thinkin' about them niggas
That bring back Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
And y'know what... I don't even know... I guess...
In some cases Krayzie Bone really did kill these niggas!

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Kreative Tendencies]
(Yeah!)
Retro kicks, fast cars, and temp fades
On my grind on the road to anything that pays
Yeah! Dead faces makin' sense to me
In essence I guess that's how it's really meant to be
Logically, niggas wanna stop me
But that ain't want the fuck they want. I'm from O-City
Where we load the shells and shoot, see?
O-City, we don't give a fuck about your co-signs
If we see it and we like it, nigga, it's ours! Uh-huh!
I'm from the city where the city slicks ride horses and pop nines/Nas
A mixture of New York and Montana, bitch! It's my city's time to shine...
This world mine!

[Hook]

[Outro - Kreative Tendencies]
Man... fuck Drake!
Toronto, Ontario, Canada?
Fuck yo' city got three names for?!
And it ain't that I don't like you, Drake--
It's that I don't respect you.
There's a lot of people that I don't like--
Well, that I like, but I don't respect
One of 'em's Al Sharpton
... You know what? Fuck that. Don't nobody like Al Sharpton
Got on the fuckin' Jena Six thing and made it completely worse!
Talkin' about... "Martin Luther King said...
That he had a dream...
That White people, and Black people..."
...Bitch shut the fuck up!!!
You're fucking stupid!
(What'd that even have to do with the situation?!)
What did King's speech have to do
With two people gettin' into it and beatin' the fuck out of each other?!?
One got their ass whooped, got mad, and pressed charges
Shit...and you wonder why nobody don't like you?
We don't trust yo' ass!
You a politician, with a jheri curl!
...Who the fuck wears a jheri curl anymore?!?!
One: We don't trust politicians.
And two: We don't trust anybody that wears jheri curls anymore!
Motherfucker!
AND you've gotta fuckin' bald spot!
Bitch, it's called Rogaine Foam!!
(Background laughter from Smith & Doo-Bay)
Shit...got me fucked up...
Fuck Al Sharpton!!!
...
Possum-faced motherfucker!!!!