Album: K-HOOD Demotape Vol. I
Artists: Ill Deuce, Loc' Mill, Kreem & SBAR
Song: Ontario

[SBAR]
Why u buggin out, oh u rugged now?
black timbs n guess jeans, u think u thuggin now?
u can see me on tha street corner wit my peeps on it
im a stap ya wit tha mic n leave u to bleed on
our rap, feens want it, this planets got greed on it
these emcees aint soft so do not sleep on em
i control tha air waves, lifted in tha stair case
u gonna crash so fast no time to yell "mayday!" 
bunch of thug wannabe's, what tha fuck yall wanna see
hold a tech to ya chest than buck a cop on tha street
get ready for tha main event, y'all know what i represent
just tha hook got ya shook, better write ya testaments

(chorus 4x)
ONTARIO
we roll wit tightest crews
ONTARIO
we floss tha brightest jewels

[Ill Deuce]
Now it's funny how ontario rips thru ya stereo
hip hop is a show thats free for all
n khood representin for all of y'all
rough crowds from ontario
new flava, we change tha hip hop scenario
bury yall, cuz lyrics are fallin, flows is flowin, 
rap fans is growin, and all tha comercial bitches are borin
im tired n fallin asleep, while u spit 
we steppin up for a tight grip so we dont slip
hear tha static, tha mic is gettin ripped
rollercoster, styles are gettin flipped
partys where we sip, sip, sippin on some crystal
rippin on some freestyles, 
oh u havent heard it than u missed out
nuckas is strappin pistols around they waist
extra clips now
ill deuce is down wit yall

(chorus 4x)

"Look at cha now, can't talk wit a gun in ya mouth"

[Kreem]
In tha province of ontario, i make ya burial,
another lyrical scenario, every time i grab tha mic, i break ya stereo
imperial rhyma, insane, i cause drama
my style kills more pigs than every farmer
we keep it gangsta, i got more guns than al capone, 
we aint about tha fame cuz we all about rippin microphones
im like tha clipse, my raps get ya bitches 'grindin'
im like mobb deep, cuz my crew's 'still shinin'
motherfucka, im just rhymin, from n.f. to t-dot, we keep it grimy
i got more carrots than any vegetarian
i got iced out glocks, fuck tha glock u carryin
we enter tha club n got bitches screamin 'fuck me'
one hour later i got em checked off like i was nike
reppin n.f. its kreem tha child of tha corner
rippin track don't be surprised cuz im a foreigner
fuck all u model emcees, im still rockin my sneakers
in control of my aim, still the king of tha game
ya lame peoples will never be deeper, fuck tha fame
(fuck tha fame)

(chorus 4x)

[Loc' Mill]
All about clothes, ice, beamers n benzes
disel n fendi, no dreamin, pretendin
hoes, life with my cheeba extendin
gator boots, lady's, dudes, reeboks, airs n
fun to be arond u may leave in laughter
home of the jay's, maple leafs n raptors
playas gettin wild gettin crunk, gettin wild together
like vince carter n chris childs together
like choc n kardinal blastin off a hot track
n us rollin together, aint noone gon top that
yall hatas get aquainted wit tha way our guns blast
ontario bitches wanna make me cum fast

(chorus 4x)