It's at your own

It's at your own

It's at your own

It's at your own risk, sucker

Yo, whassup? Yo, what's happenin', what's happenin'?

E-Swift, you cuttin' the records, nice boy

DJ Pooh, whassup man? We all chillin'

Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house

We all cold coolin' out y'knahmsayin'?

And I'ma bust it off like this for Compton

Well, look who sprung up, comin' the fuck up

I came in the place to let you know what's up

With a bunch of trunk jewelry, two or three fat gold chains

Ring plates with my name on 'em

Yeah, I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes

I wear Nikes 'cause I run from the cops

Pops taught me lots he said, "Toys are for tots"

At four, bought me a box, when I was six I wore a jock

'Cause, my jimmy was gettin' kinda big

At nine I was a kid but I took my first swig

Hugged that Olde English beer

So my peers wouldn't think that I was queer

Yeah, right off I got the title of a gangsta

Pranksters run because they know that there ain't a

Person runnin' a verse on like this, hahahaha

Whassup? This at your own risk, sucker

Uhh, this at your own risk, sucker

P-P-Pooh, man, fuck it

People always say, "Are you the king of the West?"

But there's always some pest who try to put you to the test

Even though they know I'm king, I'm on a higher level

I even dust the church and sold they soul to the devil

I mean really, how you think I'm livin'?

On the strength I'm livin' like it's Thanksgiving

So yo, whassup turkey, tryin' to jerk me?

Your rhymes don't work see, you can't hurt T

The almighty individual, you said you knew

But I don't think you really know

About the K I N G, super cool mack daddy

I drive a Caddy, and I'm livin' fatly

Had me on stage in a rage

Yellin' was what ya know, that's how I get paid

Made my mark but rappers still insist to diss

But yo, it's at your own risk, sucker

Sup? It's at your own risk

Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break

Verse three is another one for those to remember

King Tee is the champ, smashin' all contenders

For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction

I'm snappin' arms, legs and even necks and

Suckers who thrive to drive me crazy

You know the ones who front tryin' to amaze me

Take it as a warnin' 'cause I'm hopin' that you don't diss

But get a load of this, it's at your own risk, sucker

Yo, it's all about me and DJ Pooh and E-Swift

Rockin' the house, y'knowhatI'msayin'?

We got Walkman in the house

We got J-Ro in the house, we got [unverified]

Y'knowhatI'msayin'? We cold chillin, y'know?

I wanna send this record out to the Piano Man

Piano Man, won't you play somethin' for me?

Aight, get busy, right here, c'mon, c'mon

Get funky, get, get funky, c'mon, c'mon

Get funky ass oh, ohh yeah

Get funky, aww ooh shit

It's at your own risk suckers, knowhatI'msayin'?

Yeah, E-Swift, scratch that in

Aww yeah, aww, you're doggin' it man

Y'knowhatI'msayin'? See ya