gotta style of our own ............that we call calipeno
and we keep it hyphy like 2 hippies in the cut smokin lenyos
it'd be a fatal mistake to try to cross me / and hop over my gate
that'd be too big of a bite for you to handle / tryin to take food off my plate
you cant shake this habanero chokehold this flavaz to bold and spicy
leavin you gaspin for air in the middle of the night silently
how you gone test a jala-banero
that been tried unda fiya yet remained tru/
the fuck would have done if it was you?
probly gone run before they even started to shoot
i keep it movin, "tell me exactly what it is you doing?"
runnin these infiltrators off my bloccs to prevent its ruin
got to little to lose so i keep the luger with wherever im scootin
and from the way that you view it, some think it aint even possible
and gettin em to get past mah image is jus part of da obstacle
i be spittin seriously cold heat like a habanero hot sauce popsickle
tryin to test me with the lyricals / it realla aint too logical
2 stepz ahead and alwayz methodical / u gettin burned for tryna stop this lava flow
and im droppin this shit to let ya'll know we cant be contained
the surgeun general says we gotta put a warning label on the album maine