Black Moon Deftones (Ft. B-Real)

[Intro]
So

[Chorus]
You know what you can't come floppin' dat shit
If you run up guess what i'm stoppin' dat shit
Still can't figure out nothin' or find flaws
Take the pauls better recognize bodies on the lawn
If you see such, might touch, home is the crutch
Roll the dutch with the bunch of we never have enough
Hold steady for the lyrical melee with deli-cate rhymes
An alphabetical order of one at a time
Should we break it up welcome the true while you fearin' it
And looking at the youth whatcha gonna do they hearin' it
Don't hate your face still in the air lookin at
You made me twist you up your all crooked now
Take a step back sucker you got spit on
Payback comin' from all those you shit on

(Why)

[Chorus]
Whatcha gonna do
I got mad crew
You on the camera
Guess what? i see you
(So What)
Whatcha gonna do
I got mad crew
You on the camera
Bitch what? i see you