Take-Over 1

Streets made me, that's why I bleed cement Your hour has come, your time is spent My strap spoils fools, expiration date Class was in, you din't participate Slide on you like a pair of sandals Light you up like a set of candles At the free-throw, shootin' like I was fouled No puttin' on shows, I don't like a crowd Keep it on the low, like a bottom bunk Shut you out, slam the door, like a dunk The game's on lock, no gettin' in, Fort-knox Secured, with bullet-proof glass, and you're throwin' rocks? Domination, this is a take-over You're drunk-drivin', I'm fully-focused, sober Call me a bench-warmer, I don't play games Put you in a box, not talkin' picture frames Point blank, with my glock, that's a snapshot Kill competition, that's my infamous plot With no one runnin', I'm winning the race Losing's not an option, I only know first place