rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire Look out for the new slang You rocking with Fort Minor
spot is on You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome Peace with the chrome piece that I pack Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to
Ap up We expanded the Godz in L.A. with more rappers Then Cage got smacked up I remember punchin' him I remember pressin' up his diss songs and chumpin' him (yeah) I remember
Get rid of your first string I aint playing second hand Your messing with butane Get scorched in a torch fire Look out for the new slang You rocking with Fort Minor
name It's just ten percent luck Twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure Fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name Yeah Fort Minor