* also appears on the Murder Was the Case soundtrack as 'Dollars and Sense'

Mmm

Now let's get down to business bitches

Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin to diss this

Nigga that you know that's been down for years

I've clowned for years and y'all could never fade my peers

One two three four five six seven

Nine ten Eiht you can't win

Cause all the way around nigga I gets respect

and youse a nigga that can't even get no props in your set

?Trag new park? you say huh

Wanna be rippin, but now it's time to do some set trippin

So listen close, cause I don't want y'all to miss

That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it

Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Cedar Elm

Westside trees sprayin all the fleas

that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk riders

(So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center divider *gun blast*)

Now Erik Titer, tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin like a crap game

You looked up and you seen my niggaz comin

And you looked like your bitch ass was bout to start runnin

But all I wanted to do was kick a little coversation (yo whatup)

And see if we can fix this little situation

But would I fuck you up was what you wondered

Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little pager number (punk ass)

But bitches like you don't grow

You can't even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe

And callin me skinny, youse a clown

I'ma call you Theo, cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds

Wack ass actor, movie script killer

Fool don't you know, Quik is still the nigga

Compton psycho, boy you oughta quit

Your records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit

You need t