Going In

(Let the beat control your body)
(Let the beat control your body)
(Let the beat control your body)
(Let the beat control your body)

What? What? What?
What? What? What?
What? What? What?
What? What? What?
What? What? What? What?

Aye yo
You can feel the adrenaline (what?)
Fire threw your ventricle your bodies unsettled
Gold medal, tell the press I am the first one threw
Dem niggas running the last lap I'm untying my shoe (what?)
Taking flicks with my fans like Britney on coke
Salmonella sick spitter, watching rappers get yoked (what?)
Kon' love it when I rap this way
It make it easier for anyone on Konvict to keep getting paid
We like Louis in comparison to Gucci from Canal (what?)
Like a dark skin Amex compared to PayPal
Aye gyal, turn around see the mandem in the back?
Eyes low wit the custom made Blue Jays hat?
That's my people
Makes these little punks get tight
We laugh hard 'cause we showing your flaws like black light
I ain't never begged nobody for nothing in my life
Trust me I'm quick to make a crack smoker my wife

I'm going in
Going (straight)
Going (aye)
Going (straight)
I'm going in
Going
Going
Going
I'm going in

Some say I have more neurosis than L-D (what?)
I curb your enthusiasm precisely (what?)
New York got me more then Spike Lee
'Cause I leave nicks on your face if you spite me
Talk I take it lightly, I'm the Crocodile Hunter
Walk through dangerous places, crikey (what?)
Who got more checks? Stripes or Nike?
Whoever it be, see me rocking that nightly (what?)
The launch pad man take off your night tee
I ain't Ike Turner, I keep on my wife beat-er
Kb got the nine milli-me
I'm a big man all these cats are mini mes
Scratch that, they mini thems even with forty percent of me
They can't drop these gems (what?)
Ask me who's my top ten
I'm a mention myself, my shadow, my fame and no more men

I'm going in
Going (straight)
Going (aye)
Going (straight)
I'm going in
Going
Going
Going
I'm going in (aye yo)

I wrote this in the whip
One hand on the wheel, one eye on the law
Ten dreams for the deal, I don't need street cred
I'm street readily available
Favorable, put all your money on the table
Bet what you got and I bet your gon' flop
'Cause ain't nobody gon' listen to you outside of your block
I'm outside of your dot in the Benzel taxi (what?)
Fifteen stacks, or don't bother get at me (woo)
Tough guy talks seems so passe
That's french for, "Fuck off" vocabulary classy (what?)
Lurks still living in this day
Niggas claim they the shit
I cant seem 'em like Charles (what?) Ray (what?)
Ain't nobody coming close to ours
Don't get offended my nigga, they just bars
Close your legs girl, what happen? They're just stars
Tomorrow dem gone like SARS

I'm going in
Going (straight)
Going (aye)
Going (straight)
I'm going in
Going
Going
Going
I'm going in

(Let the beat control your body)
(Let the beat control your body)
(Let the beat control your body)