[ Featuring Cimer Amor ]
When we come through stompin hey
We do this every day
Step aside lil homie better get out the way
Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why
We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris
Yall want that gritty north Philly, south Philly, west Philly shit
What da dealy kid, we can hook that up really quick
Made to order, flow filthy like slave quarters
They download, but still hit the store and pay for us
They want the whole shabang, wicked with the vocal slang
The streets of West Oak Lane, laced me up wit so much game
Describe Side, you can try, but its tough
Cause when you done you still feel like you ain't said enough
Dude, try again tomorra, I shoulda been a barber
The way I slice these lines in ya head and then charge ya
I'm old school like a black lady named Martha
Or maybe Ruth, if you place me in a booth
I ain't here to make no phone call
Cut out the lights and I'ma zone yall
And when I'm done I'm gonna own yall
Hardcore naw bul you just a sweetie
Prolly get ya prostate checked out on a weekly
When we come through stompin hey
We do this every day
Step aside lil homie better get out the way
Coulda told ya you aint have nothing for us Why
We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris
And I be laughing at rappers who just started
Cause yall missed the best part all ya idols straight garbage
I prolly quit if I was you what's the purpose
Rap game is fulla clowns why you wanna join the circus, huh
Smear paint on ya face like a Juggalo
And still you can't hide cause if you fake every thug will know
They call ya name like they taking attendance
And in your remembrance maybe break your appendage
Cause you's a duck I can see ya feathers ruffling
Watch ya change ya tune like a iPod shuffling
Stand beside Side Effect you must be buggin then
My flow was mad filthy way before Dirt Hustlin
I rape and pillage, I'm straight the illest
Feel like you getting stomped and punched by eight gorillas
Me and Cimer came back wit da rawest shit
Think diff you must got it twisted like a contortionist
When we come through stompin hey
We do this every day
Step aside lil homie better get out the way
Coulda told ya you ain't have nothing for us Why
We be the big dogs, Canis Majoris
When you hear da kick drum punching, snare drum smacking
That don't really mean we need to hear your ass rappin
There's too many of us as there is tryna get on
If you ain't on da level move over or get shit on
I'm tired of this nonsense these rappers got a problem
When they free mixtape be bangin harder than they album
Been doin this since mixtapes was really tapes
Before Bapes back when money was called papes
I'm still of the greats, I'm a underground vet
Bought a book on procrastination, ain't read it yet
Too busy in the basement, make shit, hot shit
Studio lookin like a spaceship cockpit
Buttons and levers and switches and several bitches
Taking pictures witcha camera phone scamming on my riches
Tell'em, all I got is hard dick and bubblegum
I'm fresh outta bubblegum now who the f*ck is wanting some
