Now I done told this ***** to shut his mouth
I guess he wasn't hearin me
I'm beyond this peon, he scared of me
Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like TI's security
It's clear to me, he will fu*k up his own cash
Like take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass
Followed by the oohs and ahhs, your foolish pride
Done fu*k around and put you on the losing side
Who got bodied?
***** you sick, then I'm a hot ?totty?
Coke flow I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby
I'ma sound off, this *****s a clown y'all
50 *****s wit him wearing jeri curls hopin out a clown car
Show's over, Bozo
No mo, I'm back, time to face the music
I'ma just straight abuse him
He choose to, diss
But he don't want what he gettin
While he spittin funny sh*t
I'm gettin money bi*ch
Brrrrrrrrrratt
Come onnn, I'm a product of my environment
He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement
He go at me, I hit him ASAP, take that
Get shot up, like a cap gun at a racetrack
He probably from the part of the bay, where the gays at
Where the fags migrate, and give each other AIDS at
They told me that you ain't the pistol type
So you, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke
Get you a whoppin like Whoopi
You steppin in another circle
I wear Purple Label, you just wear the color purple
Everything about your lame flow, represents
Everything hoe, and every color in the rainbow
Sayin Proof's name'll get you strangled
Let my ***** rest, or I bet you, you'll be sleepin wit the angels
I'm fly, you a fly
Since you lie, you die, goodbye
Zip him up
Zip him up
Zip him up
Zip him up
Come onn
You show you ain't got respect
Soon as you diss me so sudden
So when you bow
It better look like you toe touchin
I'm so fu*kin ridiculous wit the flow, cousin
I bag heat, and I will give you the whole oven
Coke, heroine, flour, fu*k it the whole cupboard
No publishin for this, fu*k it I'm so stubborn
I threw the bait, you took it
I'm on a boat buzzin
Reelin you in
Tryin to eat you before Joe Budden
*Beat Switch (Joe Budden - Pump It Up)*
Budden said the battle was embarassin
Comparison, this sh*t here more embarassin
So I'ma use his beat to murk you
And maybe he'll see that'll I murk him too
Haha I'm just playin my ***** Budden you cool
I'm just fu*kin wit you
Cause I got nuttin to do
This Mistah FAG he a waste of my time
And my time is money
So I'm wastin money just makin this rhyme
It ain't beef, but I would like to shoot your jeweler
Your charm looked like some kind of retarded school bus
All you mentioned is the ?duh? and the drool
The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look
*****s get shook when, Malcolm speaks
It ain't no way that I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two are doin an album together
Ooooh sh*t, OK I got a sample for you
Loop this
*Beat Change (E-40 - Tell Em Where To Go)*
The streets'll teach you
I got love for the bay *****s
Skee my people
The problem is you think your lyrically my equal
But that don't balance out
I got a keek, to sneak you
You be da bi*ch, ***** we be da sh*t
You never slang like 40 you tryin to be legit
I will eat your soul, my pieces glow
Cause they freezin, these hoes is Keyshia Cole
I'll put you in the hospital
You ain't the only one that got riddled
I got 2 check it
One,
Flabby, fabby, fu*k you, fu*ked your mammy
We family, cause I'm your daddy son
Two,
Yeaah, pus*y, fu*ked you, took me
Wanna cookie, cause nobody seems to care
So what's the fuss bout?
Turn your girl mouth, to a Yukmouth
Nut, turn her house to a slut house
Who got bodied?
*Beat Change (Playaz Circle - Duffle Bag Boy)*
I got AK's, AR's
Ay R, this *****s been dead since the 8th bar
But I'm tryin to overkill him
Standin over this silly ***** holdin the shotty
With the spears shootin at him
Till his body disappears
Looka here
I will put your crew in boxes
I done put whole crews in boxes
And it's best he stops cause I will Freddy Fox him
Put him out with the tools, or boxin
So think about your next move
I will let you choose your option
Top ten, dead or alive
And I got souljas
You cast your little punk ass stones at me
I throw back boulders
Oh yeah, it's over
Hold that, ***** this is g's up
I speed up, right where you slow at
Lyrically you Borat, boring
Do anything for a laugh
You know that's, annoying
It sound like perhaps you doubt me
Well, if you ever, ever make it to my city
Ask about me
You're lucks over
Cause all you tried to do was be, famous
So now you famous nation wide, for gettin fu*ked over
Boy pay up
I barred ?? for sure ??
I'm playin chess wit a connect 4, player
It's obvious I hear you talkin loud
I'm clappin all day like I'm cheerin in the crowd
I'm bought to catch a body
I'm a bust a mac boy
I'm bought to catch a body
I'm a bust a mac boy
I kill ya
If you ain't never ran from a *****
Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin
Get runnin
If you ain't never ran from a *****
Than you damn sure should probably pick a day to start runnin
Get runnin!