[Intro]
Eye of the tiger
(Thank You Fizzle)
Shit, we know the truth (Smoov, what's good, baby?)

[Chorus]
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough dude, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til they popped him

[Verse 1]
Willy Burger, got a tough n***a brains on my Glock here
Slidin', I'm tryna find my mind 'cause I lost it
Re-chalked him, he layin' in the crosswalk
Gas up, we was playin', he was off guard
I put eighty-seven rounds in his smart car

[Chorus]
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough n***a, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
[Post-Chorus]
Shit, n***a
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, n***a
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, n***a
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a n***a would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda

[Verse 2]
Chops came from Timmy Turner, Chip Skylark
His feelings from his heart, left his brains on the sidewalk
I'm gon' have to get a lil' crazy, ain't my fault
I had to spit a lil' paint on the drywall
I just made a tough n***a quote the Bible
I'll make a tough bitch turn nice like Ronda Rousey
He Einstein, I'ma hit him with rocket power
That's for all the fake tough face and them boxing stances
It's a banana in the clip, he couldn't box chimpanzees
I wanna let the K off, but my watch keep dancing
I bought a Glock 17 'cause the shots is faster
They like, "Drakeo such a fool, he forgot his manners"
Glocks, drums, all type of fun
Opps, blood all on my clothes
Watch these n***as, they all act like hoes
Dancing like strippers, everybody touch your toes
[Chorus]
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
He actin' tough, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden
Freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough n***a, he got cops on his roster
Thought I was just a street punk 'til I popped him
The bomber, Saddam Hussein, I'm Bin Laden

[Post-Chorus]
Shit, n***a
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm Rocky
Shit, n***a
Bought 'em all Kawasakis, get ridin'
When I'm on demon time, I get violent
When I'm carryin' this fin, I'm a monster
Shit, n***a
I'll part the Red Sea, I'm a prophet
Shit
I wish a n***a would like I'm Cosmo and Wanda

[Outro]
Shit, n***a, I wish a n***a would, like, for real, like
I wish a n***a would, all Turners, Timmy Turners, these n***as Chip Skylark and all that
Yeah, it's the last song, n***a
[?][3:15]
I don't know, November something, dog
It was the last time I was in SoCal, I don't, uh
I had to tell that n***a freeze or get shot by the Rastas
Tough n***a, he got cops on his roster
Ooh
[?][3:35]
Know what I'm sayin', these n***as cap, these n***as just all that, n***a
You gotta keep up though, like
I am this shit though, like
These n***as wouldn't be shit without me, n***a
And don't you ever fucking forget that, n***a
N***a, I am LA, n***a
Sheesh, yeah, that's my shit