Look at where you at look look at where you`re going
Listen to the rhyme check the way I`m flowing
Got to come correct when I select words for wreck
Because respect means more than any bullshit check
I clain that L.V.P. now knowledge that`s on me
Can`t disrespect my O.G.s or roughneck reality
See I`ve been down from the start to tear a sucker apart
Fuck money guns and hoes just flow to show if you`ve got heart
And we can go rounds you low-down duck
Got stuck with a beat-down in P-town cause your style sucks
You little mark yo you didn`t expect it
Like a pack of drunk drivers man some crew straight wrecked shit
And ain`t that `bout a bitch? Got jacked in Oregon that`s my
Origin fuck around and now you`ll never snore again
Slept like a baby thinking you were all that
Your`e all wack player now look at where you at
Look at where you at
Stop and just listen `cause ain`t no time for riffing
Just scoping and hoping I`ll get open like a gift when
Everybody`s watching M.C.s beging jocking
Back in the day we used to play and punks got picked like cotton
But look at where I`m at now I`m ripping up the track
Got my mind on a mission now there ain`t no turning back
Peace to Mr. Sam-I-Am for putting me on the path
Look into the rear-view mirror and today I just laugh
Back then I used to stumble fumble on the mic or mumble
But you still put me on so now I try to be humble
Went to Mecca to get my step correct and do my part
Now it`s Mecca on my mind and Mecca in my heart
Still I depart from the past last night went fast
Pete Miser is what I`m known as so now I watch my own ass
Want to be all that without holding a strap
Money grip don`t trip just look at where you at
-It ain`t where you`re from it`s where you`re at-
I`m setting it off you`re lost so stop and clock your plotted position
Boy you put upon wax a track that lacks any facts what I mean you`re
slipping
When I`m hitting I`m kicking the thick non-fiction upon my nation
Understanding the place I`m facing through the knowledge of foundation
Case in point the path I traveled unraveled as each step had landed
Took a look at now for known-how beat my brow where demanded
Know I`m branded like cattle as the one in battle to make it
Not a snake kid or a viper or a diaper I don`t take shit
From no-one throw one out to show the clout that I`m attaining
Rough like leather and like Portland weather better bet I`ll be
reigning
With an iron fist I dissed you mister pissed you off a little bit
But the hits that I swung will keep you strung out like a fiddle now
sit
Your ass down `cause the last clown that tried to step
Got swept like a dustpan man you understand?
A fan of no one `cause I know none that can bust a better rap
I`m from the West Coast West Coast now look at where you at
