[Verse 1] Deda
To make long story short kill the thought of dissin' me
You can keep your jealousy you can't get the best of me
Stressin' me and pressin' me to flip the script
So watch your lip before I bust it open
Slip and get your butt whipped like cream
Pa comes clean with the real and what i'm feelin'
I'm dealin' with a nigga that wants me out the picture
Beef goes down every time I roll with yas
So I give 'em and inch and they wanna take a mile
They talk behind your back and in your face they wanna smile
Jerks can smirk when i bodyslam a shamma
To think you was cool and you thought that you overruled
Check it, the enemy is easily spotted, you got it
And definitely on some booger snot shit
Watch it cause it's not good for your health
Check the rhyme ya'll it's every man for himself
[Verse 2] Pete Rock
I don't want to talk to ya story as you walkin'
This is especially for the niggas that be hawkin'
I'm worth six mil like the nigga Steve Austin
I can see a phony man layin' in a coffin
Surrounded by jealousy and envy every day
Where I work, where I play, it's like I can't get away
So like a matinee I view danger
No stranger to the ghetto I know the streets are full of anger
In a new time zone you gots to hold your own
Check the monotone as I drop jewels on you fools
I see right through no loyalty in the crew
I can count on one hand who's my man and it's very few
Smile in my face behind my back you talk trash
That shit don't last so put a quarter in ya ass
And being self centered is really bad for your health
Ah man fuck it it's every man for himself
[Verse 3] Deda
Solid like stone with the pound when I come around
40s on the ground just listening to the sound
Only peeps that I swung with in the whole town
Everybody's down till I got shot by this clown
I got your back in fact I got the gat
I remember but when it was on where was my back at?
I'm jus there to let niggas know
Friendships are based on behavior when you flow
I know I'm hated and faggots perpetrated
But they still on the dick from the shit I illustrated, ill fated
Not I play my cards like a champ and when it's time I push power on the amp
[Pete Rock]
So put a stamp on ya dome 'cause now the spot in blown
To another dimension like the twilight zone
Heads are flown as I proceed to take the lead and not even feed into the greed, so let's plant the seed
And know who your peoples are
And keep your cypher tight and know who's wrong from right
It's time to resign and put your rhymes on the shelf
I'm keepin' it real it's every man for himself
