[intro]
(Buddhist monk chant)

[Everlast]
Yo, I've been a professional sinner since birth
Just spent my 30th winter on Earth
You can't enter my turf like you're surfing the web
Rocked mics since DJ's spun Debbie Deb
Look out weekend, here I come
Back in '93 I might have brought my gun
And bucked the air for fun
Made the party grind
I act mad stupid, but don't play me dumb
Cause where you're from, yo you might get sun
If you walk around scared, your jewels might get run
But where I stay, baby we don't play
We don't talk it, we live it, 'till the judgment day
And if I'm called to pay, and I forgot to pray
God bless my soul, have mercy on me
Have mercy on me, have mercy on me
Life's a bitch, don't take the shit personally

[hook: Sen Dog]
Got the rhyme in the chamber, you're in danger
Alone in your zone, with the words of a stranger
Knowledge is king for those who wanna think it
Enough, the word wind is yours from the reapin'
Think, before you analyze the concept
One more move could be your last step
Quiet is kept on the set, I bet
There ain't no motherfucker
(Takin' meth before they wreck)

[Mellow Man Ace]
I'm buck wild, versatile with my style
I see that nigger in a Hill from the aisle
Whom eye to eye, my shit is like "wow"
Who wanna preach to this ill ride now
Any MC, they get their dose split
Whether you're atop of the par
Or you clockin' the most shift
It really don't matter to a hungry ass
Starving ass nigger like me
Whether you a Pimp or a G
Step up, step up, get your codpiece broke
We were six Che, now we're certified dope 
My niggers said D&D and Jeremy
We wreck a nigger down
Whoever's steppin' to me
So act like you know it
We're in the house baby
When we're in the house
There'll be no evil trippin'
Rhymes in the chamber, nigger you in danger
Look out for Mellow when I rhyme'n present anger

[hook: Sen Dog]

[DJ FM cuts]
(Sen Dog sample)

[Sen Dog]
Got the dog in the diaper, no fuckin' typo
Fuckin' up the cypher, Sen Dog on the cypher
Who, I tell you somethin, cop, I ain't buggin'
Got the whole Southside, straight like I'm thuggin'
Fools wanna step up, just to get a rep
Instead what they get, is a hole in the head
Better run plain song, like you lost in the sauce
Fuck what you heard, Sen Dog's still the boss
Naw, forget me best, when I take it to the stress
I roll fuckin' heads, like the bitch from The Crypt
Make 'em all go under, down from the couch
I provide them mad lyrics, no motherfuckin' doubt

[hook: Sen Dog]