Artist: Fort Minor f/ Styles of Beyond Album: Fort Minor: We Major Song: Dolla Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Mike Shinoda] + (DJ Green Lantern) Yeah (OHH) like that y'all (This how it's goin down Mike?) Uh-huh (well let's kill 'em then) Woo! Like, that Fort Minor, S.O.B. Yeah, like this, listen [Mike Shinoda] Attention please, I only need a second to make a mental impression directly on any record so Give me space to move, room to prove I'm stupid with the P's and Q's Ladies and gentlemen I'm sendin you bendin Pretendin the pen is a needle, I'm injectin the venom And I'll be damned if I let another man get to me I'll bruise you with a shoe to the family jewelry I'm back with fury, attack quickly Sick with a BIC pen, all up in your shit man! You never knew the flow was sick as this, bitch listen when I'm lettin you know Got a grip on these tracks that you wish you got Got a clique full of assholes, I kid you not So when that mixtape's done and that album drops Ryu and Tak and me got it loaded and locked; believe it [Ryu] You still breathin? I'm cockin and squeezin Tucked steel? Nope, I don't give a fuck who.. (believe it) You still breathin? I'm cockin and.. (believe it) You still breathin? (believe it, believe it) You still breathin? I'm cockin and squeezin Tucked steel? Nope, I don't give a fuck who sees it Broad day, sittin sideways, stuffed in a small cave for three fuckin weeks 'til you reek like dog waste Uh, really, I put a punk in his place Let's see if he freestyles with a pump in his face Got somethin to say? Please, better keep it a secret The streets got hideous ways of handlin beef, bitch So eat shit, hate it or love it The underdog's on top, gettin faded tellin people to suck it Buckin 'em down for real while you fuckin around I'm stuck in the house for months tryin to sharpen my skills So how does it feel? You lames wanna claim my throne You got a better chance gettin Danny Hayes on the phone Good luck, I flame suckers 'til they're black and crispy Sneakin heat up in the club like a flask of whiskey, uhh [Tak] Yeah, I'm here to crack the roof in You got a nice watch but your raps are useless You better cut the crap 'fore I snap some nooses And leave you all snoozin on some afternoon sheeit Yeah, I hit the streets with a cake and batter for fun, just to spit bleach in his face It's lunchtime punk, open the face Hit you with a punchline 'til you choke on your teeth Catch me at a show rockin in that tipsy mode Like angels and demons unlockin DaVinci's Code One drop in the canister, people split the globe Blowin every planet to shit once I hit the road, uhh You in the tight bitch, cut you with Apathy I'm on the night shift, see I +Hustle+ like Cassidy So kill that chit-chat and let the West Coast see One of the illest names, Ribkat from S.O.B., c'mon [Outro: DJ Green Lantern] That's right, Fort Minor, "We Major" Green Lantern, Mike Shinoda, S.O.B. Demigodz, Machine Shop, Linkin Park You already know man, this is an invasion!