[Chorus]
They came on a horseback, to the ghetto

[Verse 1: Prof]
Hello little boy, take this canteen
Double barreled shotgun, ever cocked one, shot one
Tried to stay alive till the cops come?
Young P'll take the city by force
Got impeccable aim while I'm riding on a horse
My gear
The whole shit's coated with explosives, the post-it's set to blow off your noses
36 dynamite sticks ‘round me kinda like ribs, I'ma light this bitch
I am your city's new Don
Whether or not you got ya shoes on or your roof's gone let's move on
I bet your sick of all that lame shit
That's why I came to murder everybody that they came with
Pyong, shoot, bang bang

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: St. Paul Slim]
Let's do it
I'm a musical genius
My turn now, everybody is feindish
And you can tell I'm dope, look at the fiends
And the way I make ‘em act like heathens be screamin’
Fly misses all over the penis
One zero's on that american dream shit
My game’s seamless, and I’m seasoned
I got it sewed up like a seamstress believe it
West to east coast
At the crib, shorty gave me Barry White head
You know, "Deep throat,"
And you know the flow, colder than a cheap coat
Dead Minnesota when I'm walkin' three feet of snow
I came through on a horse in a duster
Sawed off shotgun, lookin’ for you busters
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Prof]
My style thus far is up charged, up like a bus card
Why you think I cuss hard?
Young P is at sea, an athlete
MC test me, you wind up in the tenth seat
Back row of the Astro Cats, is Del Castro cast rated capped from the whack flow
Asshole, bitches
I'm riding on your horse, through your town for the Christmas
OK, I’m OJ, Don Quixote
Jose, caught shop lifting many Rolaids
I'm from a different land where I am the man
Hand over all your telegrams and put them in the sand
'Cause young Prof is a first born kid, right?

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: St. Paul Slim]
Howdy, my magnums cum laud-y
Pull this bitch out and watch y'all be Audi
5000 and then I upgrade
Party time, oops i just spilled some nutmeg
On your girls blouse, i'm in your girls house
Chris Brown beat it till I sweat her damn curl out. (Ella)
And then I swirl out, I got shit to do
Like Ben Affleck I’m not that into you
I’m a rolling stone, with a mobile phone
I ride horses, and you’ll never find my fortress
Take me out where the chorus is
[Chorus]


[Outro Dialogue]
[St. Paul Slim]
Yeah, bitches
[Prof]
I think i like this town Slim
[St. Paul Slim]
Yeah, we should set up shop
[Prof]
They even got the Dapper Dan I like
[St. Paul Slim]
They got till high noon to get the fuck outta town, or it's goin' down!
We don't need no more wack shit
[Prof]
I seen a damsel in distress over there, you know what I'm sayin' with a nice dress and I might talk to her
[St. Paul Slim]
Mosey on over here and see what's crackin'
See this musket?
[Prof]
It's for you bitch