[Verse 1]:
See I've been ripping
And killing competition since my adolescence
I leave you bloody and scattered without a damn question
Many MCs tried to take my place
But put your face in the book and get the fuck out my space
You see my posse sparks more joints than a Spike Lee movie
I'm maiming that shit
Ready ready ready or not
Just like the Fugees
I'm with my tribe on a quest
Phony n***as be tryin' to test
But bound to get wet
It's lyrical tech
If the flex 'cause like collectin' his money
Like bitches receiving bodies on fig
Yo man yeah want I just spark
And let you know how this shit is
While I proceed to puff on the weed
From the Hamps
Rollin' blunts tighter than
Volume 10's pistol grip
I'm just lounging like one rule and playing synopsis
He tickle n' he fuck, yeah
It's a radio rapper we know that is garbage
I'm seriously leavin' these MCs furious
Talkin' a various vocabulary that's makin' n***as delirious
[Verse 2]:
No respect given to these n***as claimin' that they villains
We the only n***as killin' competition
And my composition
I got bars like a fuckin' prison
You oughta listen
Kill 'em bounce back
Got plugs like an outlet
Rockin' shit that ain't even out yet
Like Mobb Deep I'm bout my biz
Kill'em got more styles than Octo-mom got kids
You n***as fake like wigs
You get smoked like cigs
Since '96 I'm stickin' dicks up chicks

[Chorus]
It doesn't matter where you headed
Don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here
It's Villain Park around here! (Yuh, yuh)
It don't matter where you headed
It don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here
It's Villain Park around here!
[Verse 3]:
It's unanimous
Los Angeles
Cannabis keep me elevated
I could probably bust at the cops and get exonerated
She's seen my show and started masturbating
I'm Walter Payton
Call me sweetness when she suck the penis
I keep runnin' runnin' never runnin' outta gas
When I'm runnin' out of blunts
Then I'm combin' up [?]
Better get familiar don't test aight
Stay with a couple judge
Don't romp with them [?] boys
I heard you say that you from the city
We ain't with you guys
I'm from that Villain Park
We known to spark
And let the metal fly
Hit you on the sly
Marching with that F.O.I
Born King
Same day
It's a [?] (Aight)

[Verse 4]:
N***a better think fast
'Cause ain't no tellin' what's next
A hot box
Your neighborhood they keepin' cool for a sec
It's smoke dawg
You haven't learnt from the last fight
I'm clocked up last night
'Cause I rip more tracks than a cat fight
The original gangster
But I'm not pullin' no triggers
I'm dropping knowledge to these n***as
Thinkin' that they real killas
My posse heavyweight
And that's what separates us from yours
You knockin' like a bitch while we breakin' down the doors
I'm catchin' hands
Where Edward scissor hands
Left the fight with another cut
I'm never changin' up
This world I'm shakin' up
You fakin' tough and that's what get you caught out here
And watch your back
And know your worth 'cause there's sharks out here
[Chorus]:
It doesn't matter where you headed
Don't matter where you going
Where you from?
It's getting dark around here
It's Villain Park around here! (Yuh, yuh)
It don't matter where you headed
It don't matter where you going
Where you from?

[Verse 5]:
Uh! Microphone checker
Put up your styrofoam's weed
Whatever, the beat perfecter
Young black thugly as ever
However, I stay on the rise to the top
Flashin' on down to the ops
Ride to your block like street sweepers
The lyrical heat-seeker that'll murder your cheatin' diva
So you better cut it out like a surgery procedure
We keep beaters up in the streets
But fuck packin' a pistol
I'll smack you so fast you'll flinch the minute after I hit you
I'm destined to be
One of the greatest you better be set to compete
The second you step in the booth
The second you n***as is gonna be restin' in peace
I be breakin' these beats
Ready for any MC
And killin' them whenever they sleep
Even the restless cease
Instead he be gettin' respect and his trees
From LA or Krenshaw we be cruisin' a lap
If you look in the back
Lookin' for some crews to attack
Make a move and we clap
Step in the booth abusin' the track
How many times I gotta prove that you wack
It's like that
Mothafuckas