Peep this  
 Niggaz get vexed  whenever I step in  
 Always wanna flex  so I got a weapon  
 Which protects ME  and mine  
 Get too bold  then you're seein  nine milli  
 I rhyme silly but it really don't mean nothin  
 I seen thugs always want a mean mug so I bring slugs  
 to the party to reassure I be secure  
 Really don't know why they beefin for  
 I leave teeth in the floor like fossils  I toss flows  
 Just to show you, what the boss knows  
 I got style, to make men hostile  
 I shall continue, then you still lost while  
 Challenging in physical combat  
 Show me the ringleader, and the wiz'll go bomb that  
 I come fat, you niggaz front runt cease  
 They say bigger punks fear but I don't hear what  
 they say I should, and when a hood try to steal my goods  
 Good! I wanna show him that dreads can fly  
 heads I stood my ground there's snakes around  
 Schemin on the deep down but I defeat clowns  
 with intellect, then the next flex so I'm good to wreck  
 brains, it takes gall to brawl with minds in chains  
 Chorus: Del  
 It takes gall to brawl with minds in chains (8X)  
 Verse Two:  
 This conflict is making John sick  
 But men wanna fight over nothing, nonsense  
 is common, and common sense is none  
 Niggaz always wanna grab your fists and run  
 I try to walk down MacArthur, and talk ta  
 pedestrians, who got the sacks to alter my mind  
 And find the right, one  
 Dug in the bushes, so I can get a tight one, it's fat  
 I got it, and now I need to be leavin  
 I believe men might get shady  
 Even if they know me  
 Just because we flow the oldie wants my dough  
 We all know where he can go  
 I'm not takin no shorts from you  
 And you ain't takin shit from me  
 I ain't no punk so I hit the G  
 I'm throwin one-hitter quitters to trap em  
 You know when I'm strapped, so I shoulda just mopped em  
 but nah, I'm not foolish, I keep a tool  
 with me, but that don't mean that I won't bust  
 a fool's lip, equipped be my adjectives  
 cause I had to live long  
 In slums where chums come at you wrong  
 And try to get you for all your cent  
 Unless you're not dipped you got your de-fenses on  
 They plot for your dough  
 You might catch a hot one, so be careful  
 I be prepared for fools  
 Chorus 1.5X