No Fear

He's stepping in hotter this year

Starang coming like a hurricane with no fear

Cause in the streets we ain't got no peace

Shoot the beast from the east but you run from police

Don't try me, cause I be the bomb like BāZì

Starang from OGC I heat shit up like Hawaii

Five when I'm live like a four wheel drive

Everyday I strive to make you rappers realize

How dangerous Strangle gets on the micro

Phone, when Louieville zones it gets me hyper

The type to, snipe yo ass from up close

This is the Boot Camp show, I'm your host

Starang Wonduh, no relation to Stevie

And no I'm not west Indian or Haitian

But I'm on probation

For knocking wack MC's out daily

Plus I fly heads like comets from Alex Haley

Now tell me, won't this fucking verse right here

Turn a wack rappers day into his worst nightmare

I scare, petty MC's who claim they got gats

Fronting with hoes in videos with pimp hats

But the fact

Still remains that your just a stain on the bottom of my boots

While I'm still Starang

BCC, from ninety-now past two thou

Make y'all heads in the crowd out there wonder how

We be still

He's stepping in hotter this year

Louieville, no fear will shed no tears

Dare you, to come near, bare beat that ass

I pull bats, cock back, release then smash

Niggas is, uhm, stuck on stupid, OD'd off cupid

Bitches and switches is strictly how they have to do it

Like Montell Jordan, I'm giving a warning

You keep that shit up and niggas'll be caving your walls in

But as they close in, chumps get chosen

Stance gets frozen, cause this here beat's about as potent

So hold it, watch how you take those totes

Cause you next will be your last, and thats all she wrote

Killed the small tug no delaying, on sidelines I'm wasting

Procrastinating is sin, so there'll be no delaying

He's stepping in hotter this year

D-O big Kahuna coming in with no fear

Oh yeah, y'all niggas over there, y'all be fronting

Claiming you own a gun but when you see us you run

Now this is one thing Top Dog can't understand

(What?) why men get mangled (uh-huh) why men get mad

So I ask, my bredren till he told me

He caught these brothers flapping, had to smack em wit the chrome piece

Now it's only uno and dos, he and him

He's blowing up spots no matter if he's enemy or friend

So put and end, to all the bullshit, I pull shit quick

And you a gun fool I can't forget

How you get down, cause I get down with four pounds that make sounds

From underground now you don't wanna come around

Here, thats disappointment for life

I'm making sure I'm the one that's taking all your stripes

Now back way, while I get my yipes on

Peace to my nigga O-strong home with the Koran